After a long and arduous journey, everyone finally returned to the Eastern Emperor Divine Palace.
At this time, Divine Palace Square was eerily quiet, aside from a Qilin lying lazily in a corner, there were no other five-path cultivators in sight.
A stark contrast to the bustling scene upon their arrival.
After bidding farewell to the group, Wei Dongliu approached the Qilin alone, took out the golden little sword and the box containing the Jiahe, and opened it.
The Qilin lazily opened its mouth wide, inhaled through its nose, and sucked in both the golden little sword and the Jiahe, revealing a content expression.
"May I ask, senior, why is there nobody else on this plaza?" Wei Dongliu took the opportunity to strike up a conversation.
"Most of them are dead," responded the Qilin, still in its lazy tone.
"Dead?" Wei Dongliu asked in shock.