After the gathering ended, Wang Ping said his goodbyes to Guangxuan and left.
Flying out of the complex underground grotto, Wang Ping landed on a mountain peak. He gazed at the night sky, where the stars were dimmed by the thick winter fog.
Below, the intersecting rivers of Sanhe Prefecture glimmered faintly in the night. A few small, nocturnal winter animals scurried about, instinctively searching for food.
"In the eyes of a True Monarch, perhaps we're just like those little animals," Wang Ping remarked with a sigh.
Yu Lian followed his gaze. "If that's truly the case, then we at least have a chance to survive. A True Monarch wouldn't interfere in our lives. The ones in true despair are the livestock!"
Wang Ping turned to look at Yu Lian. Her vertical pupils flickered twice before she leaned in and nuzzled his cheek.
"Heh!"
Wang Ping chuckled. The next moment, his body transformed into a streak of light and merged into the flowing Wood Spirit Qi.
「One hour later.」
