There was one ambush left

But Wui Guan did not stop.

With fury clouding her judgment,

She lunged forward

And struck at Mo Yan.

But Mo Yan,

A master of combat,

Did not let a single strike reach him.

Not one blow touched his skin

Nor did any blade come close to Yu Sui, whom he still protected with silent resolve.

Yu Sui stood behind him, trying to calm the storm inside him.

But his efforts were crumbling

His eyes slowly turned crimson with restrained emotion.

He turned briefly

His gaze met Wuzu,

Still locked in a brutal duel with one of the officers.

All around them

Swords clashed.

Innocents fell.

Blood stained the sacred grounds meant for peace.

Something inside Yu Sui snapped.

He turned away

And walked out of the temple.

Mo Yan saw him leave

His heart jolted.

He called out:

"Yu Sui!"

But Yu Sui didn't stop.

Didn't turn back.

Outside the temple,

As chaos unfolded behind him

He was stopped.

By a familiar figure

The Wise Elder,

Once a revered teacher of the Xuemo Sect.

The elder looked into Yu Sui's eyes,

And without a word,

He took out a talisman.

With trembling fingers,

He wrote something on it…

Using his own blood.

And then

He hurled it toward Wui Guan.

As it struck her

Her body froze instantly,

Solid as stone.

Motionless.

A divine silence fell.

The newly appointed guards of both Xuemo Sect and Liuguang Sect stormed in

And swiftly took down the remaining attackers.

The battle was over.

The wounded were tended to.

The bodies were mourned.

And Wui Guan, unmovable and silenced,

Was brought into the Council Hall.

There

She stood, still bound by the talisman,

As Mo Yan and Yu Sui entered the chamber together.

Side by side.