A deathly silence fell over the Dragon-Seeking Pavilion. The Pavilion Master and the others were in despair.
Yunxi cried, her voice choked with guilt. "It's all my fault! I shouldn't have brought the Young Master here. If I hadn't, he wouldn't have died… I killed him."
Overwhelmed with regret, she knew that if she had another chance, she would never have brought Lin Xuan here. It was her fault the Young Master was dead, and she was prepared to pay for it with her own life. As Yunxi prepared to commit suicide, the black hole slowly vanished, and a figure walked out.
When Yunxi saw him, she froze. "Young Master, is that you? Am I dreaming?"
Could the Young Master still be alive? The others all looked up, their eyes widening in disbelief.
The Grand Elder was stunned. The Pavilion Master was stunned. Everyone was stunned.
A moment later, they erupted in roars. "Young Master, it's really you!"
"Young Master, you're alive!"
"That's wonderful!"
