In the halls of the Crafting School.

Plenty of crafters were gathered in the halls, the rest having been relegated to the cleanup of the battlefield. Everyone here was a Soul King or higher in strength.

Though the battle was over, and the spoils of war were great, many of the crafters had a grave expression on their faces. The cause of their concern were two figures in particular.

One of those two figures was as still as a statue and was being hugged by a devastated Cang Yu; Huangfu Rui. 

The second was Zi Jin. Presently, he was enveloped in a bubble of red with both his eyes closed as if unconscious. Twisted together, the muscles on his face pushed against one another...