Wei Ji walked through the misty path leading back to his courtyard, his steps slow but steady. His robe fluttered softly as a gentle breeze swept through the Han Family's inner grounds. His expression was calm, though his eyes carried a faint exhaustion from the battle he had just concluded.
The demonic cultivators that had been secretly anchoring their curses upon Lu Shaohua were now no more.
Their sect would soon crumble, and their schemes would be buried with them.
He exhaled slowly, feeling the faint echo of their death in the threads of his spiritual sense. "That's one less burden on her," he muttered quietly. "The future Celestial Demon Empress should never be weighed down by such filth."
When he reached the gate of his courtyard, however, his steps came to a halt. His brows slightly furrowed.
The sight before him was unlike anything he remembered.
