Thankfully, Du Cang was as dead as one could be.
His head was shattered.
There was no sign of life.
Otherwise, had he heard Chen Yi's words, he would have been half-dead with rage, and would have stammered:
"Perfection in the Chess Dao, Calligraphy Dao, Spear Dao, and Body Dao, and Great Success in the Fist Dao... You... what else do you have?"
To this question, Chen Yi would most likely have just smiled without a word.
Just as he was doing now.
Hearing the silence, Xiao Wan'er timidly lifted her head. She took in the surrounding wreckage and Du Cang's corpse before her gaze finally landed on Chen Yi.
"Is it over?"
Chen Yi just smiled, first nodding, then shaking his head. He beckoned to retrieve his Long Spear before sweeping her into his arms and speeding toward Puyin Temple.
Xiao Wan'er was still in his embrace. Even though she had just come to a clear resolution—'I won't worry about whether he is the real Chen Yi'—she still felt a little flustered.
