The night was deep, and the Milky Way was dim.
Heavenly Killing Peak was desolate, only the sound of cicadas and frogs mingled with the sorrowful Heavenly Sword Peak disciples. Others had long gathered around the victorious Jiang Yuebai, leaving noisily.
Dozens of male and female disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak gathered together, watching Fang Yuxing standing with his back to them under the welcoming pine at the edge of the cliff, silently facing the leveled side peak, his head bowed, only his shoulders slightly moving.
Their hearts were bitter, their mouths dry, and for a moment, they didn't know how to comfort him. They could only watch from afar without disturbing their senior brother.
Xie Jingshan stood alone where Jiang Yuebai had stood during the day, feeling the intensity of the battle. In his Sea of Consciousness, as if replaying a video, the fierce battle replayed, only the opponent with Jiang Yuebai was replaced by him.
