A tale out of the Arabian Nights could only be ended by another tale out of the Arabian Nights.
Everyone was still in shock; the hall was scattered with Eighth Level artifacts from Xuanmen, all clearly discernible. As Sui Zaihua turned around, Pei Ye felt a premonition of being crushed, but the moment their eyes met, everything else became irrelevant.
Step by step, he approached, and all else faded away rapidly. From behind the old man, bright jade light unfolded—it was the cold jade mountains of the summit, vast and boundless, with Immortal Jade Towers amidst the white clouds below, and the starry sky above.
This was the third time Pei Ye had faced this scene.
He knew he couldn't refuse, just as he hadn't been able to the previous two times.
In the early morning at Kongtong, Pei Ye had defeated the figure in the black robe with all his might using Liuli, yet he carried the [West Court Heart] and declared, "Between us, regardless of anything, the one who loses won't be me."
