Dong An Prefecture, Yue Mansion

Within the main hall, Yue Qiu Shan was sitting, anguished. It had just been one night, and yet, today his head was fully covered with white hair. The reporting servant tiptoed his way out of the room in fear.

Zhang Jie Yu had died and now Silver Dragon Temple and Luo Gang had been destroyed. All their destinies had been connected to his own, and now his own sweat and blood had all been razed to the ground. Yue Qiu Shan was in a contemplative mood.

After some time, the enchanted communicating amulet started emitting light. Yue Qiu Shan retrieved it and tapped it in the center where the Daoist Master appeared once more. The both of them eyed each other for some time in absolute silence.

Several moments passed before Yue Qiu Shan opened his mouth to speak. It was clear that he was extremely unhappy. With some lethargy, he said, "Senior Brother, the matter has been settled and completed. All that’s left of Silver Dragon Temple and Luo Gang are seedlings. I’ve killed off most of them.”

“Oh, since it’s settled I shall no longer keep track of this issue. The sect urgently sent some people to Dong An Prefecture to settle these