Late at night, Lu Bu'er crossed the courtyard teeming with palm trees and once again arrived at the entrance of that retro meeting hall, its ancient rooftop adorned with the extinct Golden Ancient Tree, in whose trunk his Wooden Sword was still embedded, as collapsing ashes fluttered down.
The Celestial Beings were attending to the aftermath of the battle, the majority of whom belonged to the Heavenly Punishment Department. Their initial reaction to his presence should have been hostility, but seeing his fierce approach, they all hesitated slightly, and not one dared to provoke him further.
"Has the meeting ended?"
He asked, his face devoid of expression, "I want to see Elder Zhou and Old Peng."
He could no longer afford to concern himself with the emotional crisis he faced; even though he was eager to know what those two women had discussed in the coffee shop, it all seemed trivial in the face of life and death. He hoped that everyone by his side could live healthily.
