The two chimes of the bell were the last straw that broke the camel's back...
He Yun's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground. His eyes were vacant as he muttered, "How is this possible? All the great powers in the world... were hunting him. How could he possibly have escaped with his life?"
Everyone followed Lin Luoxue, flowing out of the grand plaza like a river.
Young ceremonial attendants cleared a path at the front. The large, magnificent procession headed toward the sect's main gate to offer a welcome.
No one spared another glance for the desolate figure in the plaza.
The winner is crowned king, the loser cast aside.
He Yun was still muttering to himself, "He holds a great grudge against my Dubhe Sect... He should have stormed our gates, slaughtering everyone in his path... Why make a formal visit?"
"I can't accept this!"
