Iron Palm Mountain has not returned to its former state; the entire mountain collapsed largely during the great battle. It is full of ruins, and reconstruction is ongoing everywhere, with far fewer people around, displaying utter desolation.
It's afternoon, and Yi Zhanying waits by the mountain path outside the forbidden area. Half a month has passed, and her temples have sprouted a few strands of grey hair, with exhaustion written all over her face.
"What do you seek me for?"
Jiang Yuebai arrives by controlling the sky and slowly lands.
Yi Zhanying looks up and, upon seeing Jiang Yuebai's restored appearance, momentarily freezes, then smiles and says, "You are truly beautiful."
Yi Zhanying has an innate arrogance and, even though Jiang Yuebai's cultivation is higher than hers, she is unwilling to bow and scrape at this moment, still maintaining an equal footing as before.
Jiang Yuebai doesn't mind, accepting the compliment gracefully, "I think so too."
