Jin Zeyu stood aside and listened silently without uttering a word.
These past few days, he had heard far too many cries and felt a suffocating kind of sorrow.
He could never forget the moment he confirmed Xi Yue’s death; his confusion and despair were overwhelming as if the life purpose he had finally found had once again collapsed in an instant.
Everyone in the Huang Medical Branch collapsed. They cried hysterically, and they frantically dug Cang Mountain with their bare hands. They simply did not believe that the stunningly talented girl was dead.
Everyone was wailing. Outside Yanjing City, Shen Qingchuo picked up the shattered mask of Gu Liufeng.
The young lady of the Shen Family knelt in a pool of blood, crying heartbreakingly until she fainted and was taken away by Shen Sen.
On this day and night in Yanjing, it only took a few hours to shift from bliss to sorrow. Unfortunately, that experience would take them a lifetime to slowly forget and heal.
After drinking another cup of wine, Immortal Xuan Qing suddenly let out a sneer and gritted his teeth, saying, “Lou Family, Green Vine Clan, splendid work! You dared to kill my disciple; I will make you all pay in blood for this!”
After finishing his words, without waiting for Jin Zeyu to reply, the figure quickly disappeared into thin air.
Jin Zeyu closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the pain in his eyes had quietly faded. Everything turned into determination.
He would bee stronger. Everyone in their Huang Medical Branch would bee stronger.
They were weak, they couldn’t protect, and thus they could only lose.
One day, they would be strong enough to protect everything they cherish.
One day, they would surely claim back this blood debt tenfold, a hundredfold, from those high and mighty scum of the upper realm.
Xi Yue, please protect us in your afterlife.
…
On a remote island in the Siam Continent, there was a quaint palace.
At this moment, the owner of the palace, a man wearing a purple-gold dragon-patterned robe, was looking at a crystal ball with interest.
In the crystal ball, a golden baby dragon curled up, floated in it, and fell into a a.
On the other side, there was a projection floating in the void.
The scenes continuously changed in the projection, featuring raging fires, vast glaciers, rapidly growing vegetation, and desolate desert sands.
These scenes, originally severely damaged beyond recognition, were now visibly repairing themselves at a noticeable speed.
If Xi Yue were here, she would definitely recognize these changing scenes were indeed her Sealed Dragon Domain.
The Burning Sky Domain and Green Wood Domain, which were originally severely damaged by battle and explosions, were being repaired bit by bit. The surviving Zhenwei Army, Zhou Yanan, and the others were sleeping peacefully in the Water Moon Domain.
The elegant man in purple-gold robes glanced past the projection, and his gaze shifted to the Little Golden Dragon in the crystal ball. He shook his head as if he was amused, “I never expected that the dignified Golden Flying Dragon would also be emotional.”
“What kind of new master did you accept that could make you so devoted? It makes me, the former master, a little jealous!”
…
September 9th was a day that the people of the Miluo Continent would never forget.
On this day, Nangong Yu, the strongest War God in Miluo, perished. Xi Yue, the talented young master of Shengde Hall, disappeared.
Due to Xi Yue’s death, the Miracle Healer Academy underwent a plete reorganization. The people of Huang Medical Branch, once at the bottom, became the elite. Under Jin Zeyu’s leadership, they reached the pinnacle of the Miracle Healer Academy.
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