Ling Zhenfei stepped out of the corridor, knowing that it was all over. There would be no more Imperial Palace Club, no more Jianghu Pursuit Orders, and no foreign assassins coming to kill him. He really hoped it would all end quickly; he was not so much afraid as he was worried about losing, just like how he had lost Zhuo Yue.
One could say that Zhuo Yue's death was an eternal pain in Ling Zhenfei's heart. Putting his loved ones in danger—this was something that truly could not be done again in the future.
By now, dawn was breaking, and a white glow could be vaguely seen in the sky to the East. It seemed as if the sun would rise soon. Unexpectedly, he had stayed the whole night; it truly felt like a lifetime had passed.
Heading off into the distance, he quickly arrived at Long Hai's location. Long Hai was looking around, apparently worried about Ling Zhenfei's safety. Seeing Ling Zhenfei, he walked up to him with great joy.
"Zhenfei, you've come back safely."
