The Sun had set. It was night time.
In the sky, a white silhouette dashed across like a shooting star. It was heading towards the south east direction.
It was Ling Xian.
He had dealt with the Bai Clan and he believed that Bai Xiao Qi will be able to take care of the many troubles the Clan will face. What he had to do now was to rush to the next battlefield and complete one last task for Bai Xiao Qi, for the four clans, and for himself.
Uproot the mysterious House.
Once he finishes this task, then nobody will threaten Bai Xiao Qi on the Trading Island. That way, he can truly stop worrying, he can then make his spatial porter, and go back to the nine continents without second thoughts.
"Phew… one last mission."
Ling Xian spread his wings and flew forward. He then exclaimed at the past few years, "In the blink of an eye, I have been away for four years. I wonder how everyone is at Yunzhou."