「Three months later.」
A Flying Ship glided silently through the thick clouds in the sky.
Dong Yuelan sat cross-legged at the bow of the ship, a complicated expression on her face as she looked at the scenery ahead.
Although the journey back had not been entirely smooth, they had generally encountered no major dangers.
"We're back!"
"It's a pity..."
"I'm the only one who came back."
She was supposed to escort the Sect's Cultivators back, but she had left alone, and now she was returning alone.
If not for her good fortune, she might not have made it back at all.
"Sister Dong." Liu Huang'er paced closer.
"The situation at the front lines is dire. The Immortal Alliance's Cultivators have suffered heavy losses, and even Golden Core Grandmasters have fallen. You..."
"My condolences for your loss."
"Indeed," Zhai Qingfeng chimed in, nodding.
"Fellow Daoist Dong did her best. She almost fell into a trap herself. No one in the Sect can say anything against you when you return."
