Chapter 365: (1): Sword Over Reason
Beneath the sea of clouds, time had come to a complete standstill in the entire section of Old Dragon City west of the Dragon Scaling Platform and north of the ferry station island.
In the instant that Fan Junmao caught sight of the pristine white figure descending from the heavens, a look of boundless yearning and reminiscence appeared on her face. In the end, she was so moved that she was brought to the point of tears.
She rose to her feet and opened her mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say, and in the end, she sat down onto the sea of clouds in the most formal and respectful posture possible, as if she were greeting someone who deserved the utmost respect and admiration.
Over at the Dust Medicinal Shop, Pei Qian was holding her hiking pole while unleashing her Deranged Demon Sword Techniques in the alley outside the shop, completely oblivious to the changes that had taken place in the environment around her, and the fact that the Zhao Clan yin soul had already fallen completely still.
There was a short old man from a wealthy clan in the outer city, and he was just about to step out of his manor when his brows furrowed ever so slightly. After a brief hesitation, he withdrew his foot again, then stood on the spot in a completely still manner, with only his eyes darting around from side to side. Following a brief moment of contemplation, he released his yin soul from his body instead of physically leaving his manor.
Over at the eastern gate of Old Dragon City, the face of the old maidservant from the Cloud Forest Jiang Clan was bright red with strain. Her bonded flying sword was buzzing and trembling in her acupoint, and only then was she just barely able to make out some blurry scenes unfolding before her.
The patriarch of Parasol Leaf Sect was observing the hole in the city wall through narrowed eyes, and his Sword Devouring Ark was hovering peacefully by his side.
Out of the hole that had been smashed into the city wall emerged a tall woman dressed in a pristine white robe with loose and free-flowing sleeves. She sat down onto a pile of loose rocks, and she was gently cradling a young man in her arms.
The young man's Golden Sweet Wine Dao robe had been virtually completely destroyed, and he had fallen unconscious from his severe injuries. The woman lowered her head and extended a finger to gently smooth out the young man's tightly furrowed brow.