Specks of snowflakes fell and melted over the ruins. Miao Yi stood, feeling distant and aloof as the twelve corpses hung behind him. A wave of barely suppressed killing intent prevaded from his body as he coldly glared down at Yan Xiu.
He didn’t utter a single word and continued to level his frosty gaze at Yan Xiu, waiting for him to give an explanation.
"Cave Master! You’re finally home!" Yan Xiu abruptly choked out in sorrow as he recovered his wits. He leapt off his dragon steed and ran up to Miao Yi, before kneeling down on one leg, thrusting his axe into the ground. He was ashamed to face him. Tears streamed down his aged cheeks as he choked back a sob, shaking his head in reply, "Yan Xiu is useless. I have betrayed Cave Master’s great trust. A thousand deaths would not be enough to atone for Yan Xiu’s crimes!"
With these words, Miao Yi could finally reaffirm that he was still the Cave Master of this land. Yang Qing had not replaced him with another.
