After a flurry of preparations, the remaining disciples of Yuntian Palace had all packed their belongings.
Gao Liu led the disciples to clean up Yuntian Palace, cremating their own disciples en masse, while the Ghost Sect's ghost soldiers were buried casually somewhere.
Yuntian Palace returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened, yet the scars remained deeply imprinted on every disciple of Yuntian Palace. Although they were about to leave, they would never forget the scenes that unfolded not long ago. It was a humiliation for every Yuntian Palace disciple.
"It's time to leave."
Jiang Xiaobai found Gao Liu, "There's only one hour left until nightfall. Arrangements must also be made at the other side, which will take time."
Gao Liu replied, "No need to rush; the daylight and night in the Desolate Land differ from here. Even now, it might be nighttime there."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "True. The disciples are all ready. What are you waiting for?"
