Wang Xiu walked out at a leisurely pace.
Zhuo Canglang's gaze locked onto Wang Xiu. He stared for a long moment before finally breathing a sigh of relief. His Yang energy is pure, with no trace of having blended with Yin. I was indeed overthinking it. Thank goodness, nothing happened. Otherwise, how would I address Wang Xiu in the future? Our seniority would be completely muddled.
"Elder Zhuo, what are you talking about?" Wang Xiu asked, puzzled to see Zhuo Canglang muttering to himself the moment he emerged.
"Nothing! Are you finished?" Zhuo Canglang got straight to the point.
"We're finished," Wang Xiu nodded.
"And the Great Ancestor?"
"She... has gone to her final rest."
"Her final rest?" Zhuo Canglang was stunned for a moment, and then understanding dawned. A look of sorrow crossed his face, and he seemed to age several years in an instant.
He patted Wang Xiu's shoulder. "Wait here for me!"
