Mt. Crimson. On the eastern peak.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked slowly down a small grassy road toward where the battle was taking place.

The tall person walking up front was Dongfang Ming. The person walking strangely behind him was Huangfu Rui.

“Eh?”

Dongfang Ming went still for a moment. A hand clasped at his chest as if a stab of pain had just run across it. It was minute, but there was also a faint twitch in his facial muscles.

“Impossible…” He looked stunned as he looked up to the western skies. “Feng Mo is dead?!”

His eyes narrowed slightly, “That direction…is Bai Yunfei back?! That fast?! Did they turn back halfway from the Water School?!”

He hardened his...