Aftermath

After all the strong cultivators left, Ye Futian looked toward somewhere else. It was where Xi Chiyao was.

He naturally knew who had helped make time for him in the last battle. If Xi Chiyao had not become one with the West Emperor, he would not have survived the tribulation at all.

In the distance, "Xi Chiyao" turned her eyes and looked towards him.

Ye Futian could sense that Xi Chiyao's temperament was changing at that moment. Her eyes did not have the arrogance from earlier. She seemed to have returned to the past and had a bright smile.

"You're back?" Ye Futian whispered to Xi Chiyao.

"I came back to bid farewell." Xi Chiyao smiled brightly as if she did not mind that she was about to leave. The West Emperor had given her control of their consciousness so she could bid farewell.