Yang Fei stepped out of the Quiet Room and saw a dazzling light in the northwest.
Half of the sky shimmered with five-colored rosy clouds, resembling the aurora of The Arctic, beautiful beyond words.
In front of Yinxue Tower, Lin Xueyi, An Zichen, and several other women were tearfully bidding farewell to Yang Fei.
Xu Zhiqing had just finished her world tour concert and hurried over, now weeping as a person made of tears. Yang Fei felt a pang in his heart and gently embraced her.
On the other side, Mad Blade, Fan Yi, Long Xia, and others stood solemnly, creating a grave atmosphere.
Xue Mingtai wore a white coat, stood behind Yang Fei, and hugged him goodbye.
Yang Fei gazed deeply at Xue Mingtai, as if trying to see into his soul.
"After I leave, Yinxue Tower and Huaxia will be entrusted to you. If anything goes wrong, you needn't see me again."
Xue Mingtai solemnly nodded, while Long Xiaoshuai patted his chest in assurance.
