The duel had been settled. Now, it was the evening with a red sky. Sparkling scarlet lights reflected off the lake, creating a beautiful red surface.

Feng Feiyun crossed the lake and the bamboo mountain all the way to a cave.

He opened the formation and entered.

“Swoosh!” His finger shot out a burning spirit light that turned into the First Dark Origin Flame to light up an oil lamp.

The light of the oil lamp was as small as a bean, and it faintly illuminated the interior of the cave.

There was a stone bed, a stone table with four seats, and nothing else.

On the freezing stone bed was a thin, pale figure. He slowly opened his eyes after hearing the noise and revealed a glimmer of happiness before saying: “You came back alive after all.” His voice was as weak as the sound of a mosquito.

“You managed to stay alive till my return...