Azure Dragon Peak, Yi Xian Building.
He Fengdi drained his cup of strong liquor in one gulp. The spirit energy in the liquor exploded in his chest, causing a tingling numbness in his throat.
He put down his cup, the overwhelming emotions in his eyes gradually began to subside.
"All for nothing in the end."
"What's the use?"
Sitting across He Fengdi was Han Yi, dressed in a dark blue robe.
Han Yi's expression remained calm throughout the conversation, marked by contemplation.
Three days ago, the death of You Wu had caused a great uproar in the Xuandan Sect – frustration, despair, intense emotions that Han Yi could sense even from afar, resulting in a hasty return to his courtyard in the Azure Dragon Peak.
