Is It Over?

Alas… even though he had this resolution in mind, it seemed like he was fated to always be late in this lifetime.

When he rushed to Jingxue-Jun's location, all he found was countless righteous cultivators with their swords unsheathed, besieging a lone figure clad in light blue robe and a sword as ivory as a snow. All around him were curses, "Kill! Kill him! Kill the demonic cultivator! Kill the traitor!!"

His eyes turned red and before he knew it, he drew his own sword out too. Not to fight Jingxue-Jun, but to hold those righteous cultivators who had come for his life in the name of justice and Heaven. Alas before he could even take one step forward, his arm was forcefully grabbed from behind, "What are you doing?!"

He did not have the time to examine the brief déjà vu that flashed through his mind because his entire attention was focused on the person who was holding him back. It was the inner disciple who always visited him in the Lingyan Sect.