Two years had passed since Li Ya and Zhang Buku had met.
In those two years, the seas continued to surge with activity, countless cultivators and demons rushed into the Sea Breaking Rift. Such strife never ceased; some found their fateful breakthroughs while others fell with regret.
The Supreme Sect had been peaceful, with the majority of its disciples diligently pursuing their cultivation.
Days in Medicine Valley were even more serene.
On this day, Gu An arrived early in Mystic Valley, waiting for someone who was soon to appear.
Near noontime, dressed in black, Li Ya descended from the sky, landing below the pavilion. This time, he didn't enter through the window but stood beneath it, gazing at Gu An's windowsill, silent for a long time without taking a step forward.
The Blood Prison Great Saint, lying on the ground, watched him with a peculiar look in its eyes.
It could feel that his mood was very low, and his entire being seemed dispirited and lost.