"The Mage need not blame himself."
Kongheng was of a gentle and fragile disposition; merely at the mention by Li Yuanjiao, he had already felt inexplicably ashamed. Li Yuanjiao nodded thoughtfully, musing:
'At least it's not Kongheng's fault; there is still some room for maneuver.'
They traveled swiftly on the wind and only breathed a sigh of relief when they arrived at the vicinity of Wangyue Lake. Qingdu Mountain was peaceful, the Great Formation showed no damage, and everything was tranquil and auspicious under the sunset's glow.
Li Yuanjiao relaxed, and from afar, a young man in black flew towards them. It was Li Wushao, who had followed the spirit nature connection between them and arrived early. He landed with a salute, respectfully saying:
"Wushao pays respect to Master."
Li Yuanjiao nodded slightly. Kongheng announced his presence and returned to the continent, while Li Xizhi and Li Xuanxuan also descended to the mountain.
