In the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
A woman with a frail, lonely figure slowly pushed open the dust-covered gates of the mansion.
The faint glow of the moonlight behind her only served to accentuate her cold and solitary silhouette.
She drifted like a lotus to Pei Yuhang's former study. As her gaze swept over the dusty books and paintings, a hazy mist welled up in her eyes.
"Ah Han..."
Ye Liyuan whispered his name, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, filled with endless longing and sorrow.
A day had passed since the great battle at the Endless Sea. Half of the allied Cultivator forces had been sucked into the Abyssal Sea Palace, vanishing without a trace.
The world-swallowing tsunami had also swept the Ancient Bronze Gate leading to the Abyssal Sea Palace into the bottomless Sea Abyss.
Even the Sect Leaders of the major Sacred Lands were unable to retrieve it from the vast, boundless ocean.
