The beast tide had retreated three days ago. Outside Wangtianya was a scene of devastation. The earth was split and fissured, and for a hundred li around, the vegetation had been trampled into a ruinous mess.
Of course, this had caused no real harm to the Ancient Spirit Sect, nor had it stopped the sect's disciples from venturing out for their training.
The sun sank in the west.
Numerous figures approached the sect walls. Most were disciples returning from their training.
The figures of Ye Wushuang and Dii Qingxue were also among them, following a group of disciples into Wangtianya.
They walked the entire way in silence, whether from awkwardness or simply not knowing what to say. This continued until they had passed through Wangtianya and returned to the Ancient Spirit Sect.
The two walked side-by-side along a small bluestone path.
