On a distant hillside, far from Fang Shuwen's current position.
A young man carrying a sword gazed toward Fang Shuwen's location, his eyes seeming to pierce through the darkness of the night.
His deep-set eyes were like endless pools of mist, making it impossible to discern their true color.
As the cold wind tugged at the corner of his robes, a figure appeared silently behind him.
"Greetings, Young Venerable."
The young man spoke slowly.
"The trouble stirred up in Flying Snow City was no small matter. Wu Lingxiao has dug his own grave and intends to withdraw from the Jianghu.
"The Seven-String Ancient Chapter is currently on that Fang Shuwen. Once we've obtained it, we will return to Undying Island immediately."
The person behind him hesitated slightly.
"But what about the Vermilion Bird Hall Master..."
"That is their business. It has nothing to do with me."
The young man said flatly.
"I came here for one thing only: the Seven-String Ancient Chapter."
"Understood."
