The setting sun hung low in the west, and twilight approached, as the remnants of a splendid fiery red sky, like blood, cast its glow over the land.
Song Lingqing, bathed in the light of the sunset, walked slowly along the streets, calming the ferocity stirred up by days of relentless fighting and contest.
The act of Chu Zheng approaching her earlier to strike up a conversation had been noticed by many, and the banner of the Taixuan Holy Master had, through Chu Zheng's intentions, been placed upon her.
Even though she had come out on top of the Entry Dao Realm, no one dared to approach her for a chat.
Suddenly, a soft call came from the side of the street:
"Ling Qing."
Song Lingqing stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and saw a middle-aged man dressed in blue.
A moment of vagueness flashed through her mind, and with a calm expression, she began to greet him in a cool tone:
"Elder Han, it has been a while."
