The gray mist had vanished from the sky, and the last signs of life in the already desolate Buddha Burial Valley were gone.
The azure Sword Qi descended like a torrent, merging into 'Still Water Runs Deep', leaving behind the last traces of commotion among the vast Buddha Light.
The shattering of the Emperor Shitian's relic only accentuated the silence of this Secret Realm.
Xiao Yinruo pressed closely against Lu Jin'an's back, her chin resting on his shoulder, her side profile touching his ear. Her long hair hung down on one side, covering her brows and eyes, and the natural redness at the edge of her peach blossom eyes seemed like makeup, adding color to her cold countenance.
