Periphery of the Scar of Withering.
Huiyue watched as that strip of death qi that pierced the sky gradually faded, showing faint signs of disappearing, before she considered approaching again.
"It seems the problem should have been solved by now," she mused.
Suddenly, she saw an airship flying in from the west.
It looked somewhat familiar.
She fired a signal arrow and only realized when she put away her bow that it was no longer the Witherbow she was holding.
The last time she used a standard bow from Cui Yeting was decades ago, before she had come to the Scar of Withering.
The airship approached and threw down a rope ladder.
"I guessed you'd come," she said.
The person standing on the deck was none other than the young Paladin, Bedivere.
"It is our duty," the knight replied.
He was staring at the death qi that surged toward the sky at the core of the Scar of Withering, his brows deeply furrowed.
