Xinfaxian, East.
It was night. Lei Ling gazed at a sky filled with stars that surrounded the moon. His condition is better than Zheng Yi. It's not that the others imprison him, so he can go out.
Tonight is one of the nights he went out to take a breather. The sparsely populated is now filled with people from North, West, Central, and South. The West, Xiwang, is fully under the control of Ming Ye. Only some, fortunately, people from the West that the Youxiwang Sect disciples, as well as the Huakai Sect disciples, saved, managed to reach the East and take shelter.
"It's a disciple of the Xinfaxian Sect!" someone exclaimed, followed by the rushed footsteps of the people. "Thank you very much for your sect's help, most especially Cheng Sheng!" they said and held Lei Ling's hand tight. They tearfully thanked them.
