After spending some quality time with Lingxi and introducing Akane to his other wives, Qingyi finally left the mind world, returning to Akane's pavilion hidden deep within the cave.
The place had been a residence prepared by one of the alliance's elders—a man who was, in truth, a loyalist demon who had been infiltrating their ranks for countless years.
With Akane's arrival at the alliance, she had needed a safe place to cultivate, and that secluded cave had been the perfect choice.
Now, however, with her settled in the world of the mind—a far more reliable place with an absurdly higher density of Qi—the cave had lost all its usefulness.
Qingyi walked out of the pavilion, casting one last glance over his shoulder.
A hint of pain flickered in his eyes as he soared into the heavens, extending his hand downward.
A ball of flaming Qi materialized between his fingers, crackling with devastating heat that made the very air around it warp and ripple.
