Once the white Round Disc Flying Shuttle vanished into the void and Ji Yulang had departed, the gates of the Lingliang Sect reopened. The successor, his appointment approved by the Great Zhou Academy, appeared looking sickly and hurled the rebel's head out of the sect gate.
The head tumbled a few times before landing in front of Fang Qingyuan and the other sect leaders. Fang Qingyuan stared at the bloodied face and could faintly make out the arrogant expression that had belonged to its owner, Qian Xiaowen. It was a pity this man would never be able to utter another dismissive word.
After tossing the head, the young successor to the Lingliang Sect's leadership emerged from the gates with a group of injured Cultivators. Seeing this, Yan Nanxing and the others quickly surrounded him. They noticed the new Sect Leader's pale face and offered words of concern.
"I'm fine. It's just an internal injury. I'll recover in a few days. Thank you for your concern, seniors. COUGH, COUGH…"
