As soon as Yu Sui approached Mo Yan, the incantation ignited once again
like thousands of vibrant flowers blooming over the grass,
like a flood washing over barren, cracked earth.
The talisman gleamed in that same soft pink hue,
and all the demonic powers within Yu Sui vanished instantly.
It was now undeniable....Su Tao Jue was more powerful than even Yu Sui's dark might.
Yu Sui had returned....no longer the vessel of chaos, but his true self again.
The disciples, the Grandmaster, all those present
recognized him only when he gently removed his mask.
A wave of joy swept across the room, as though the heavens themselves sighed in relief.
With utmost gentleness, Yu Sui lifted Mo Yan onto his back and carried him to his chamber.
Yu Sui's touch had the power to turn rivers into steam,
to split mountains into dust,
to end a being with nothing more than a thought
yet in that very touch, for Mo Yan alone,
there was only the softness of cotton clouds and silken snow.
Meanwhile, the disciples helped the Grandmaster to his chambers,
attending to him with great care and reverence.