In the night-shrouded courtyard, two Qi Cultivators carried an unconscious maid outside. The grounds beyond were brightly lit, where dozens of Qi Cultivators and Jianghu Travelers in martial attire had taken over every corner of the estate, strictly forbidding anyone from moving about.
A sudden scream pierced the quiet courtyard, but it was cut off as soon as it began. A moment later, there was a THUD, as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground.
Inside the room.
Xuanhe's body lay crumpled on the ground. White powder trickled from his vacant eyes, then from his mouth and nose. Finally, the white powder seeped from every pore of his skin, turning to dust and dissipating into the air upon contact.
This was the final swan song of a Spirit Vein after its Spirit Vein Consciousness had died.
