The night was as dark as ink.0

In the camp of the Great Qian Dynasty, Lin Xun stood silently, gazing at the distant True Martial Mountain. The same question surfaced in his mind once more.2

Is the True Martial World in the cycle of reincarnation an illusion or is it real?0

“I must go to True Martial Mountain to check it out,” Lin Xun said to himself. 0

“Brother Su.”0

In the quiet of the night, Li Cang came over with an apologetic expression. He had come to apologize. 0

“Do you want a drink?” asked Lin Xun. 0

Taken aback, Li Cang said hesitantly, “Just a little.”0

Swoosh!0

Lin Xun tossed over a jar of wine. “Drink this, and we’ll put the past behind us.” 0

Li Cang suddenly felt a weight lifting off his shoulder and even a tinge of gratitude. He had summoned great courage to come here, but his pride as a youth made it difficult to bow his head and admit his mistake. 0

Now, he just had to finish the jar of wine.0

Eventually, Li Cang left, slightly tipsy from the wine.0

Before he had walked too far, a sudden feeling made him pause and turn around.0

At this moment, under the night sky, Lin Xun stood alone and silent in the distance, yet the aura around him was steadily rising and growing in the darkness. 0

It was as...0