"Now that the crisis in the Demon Sealing Cave has been eliminated, those disciples who died innocently because of the demons can finally rest in peace."
Old Ghost Athen lowered his head as he spoke. For once, his voice carried no ridicule or impatience—only rare solemnity.
The night wind brushed past Serene Mirror Lake.
The faces of the elders and disciples were filled with relief and excitement, yet beneath it lay heavy emotion.
Over the years, flowers bloomed and withered, fortunes rose and fell. Azure Origin Dao Sect had staggered on the brink of collapse countless times.
And yet, at last—
It had seen a turning point.
"Don't celebrate too early," a hoarse voice suddenly said.
"Have you all forgotten what Ethan went through?"
"If there wasn't someone in this sect he still cared about, it's hard to say whether he would've come back at all."
Mr. Stone descended from the sky and landed behind Old Ghost Athen and the others.
