The remainder

As the celebrations were a day away from starting, Wu Long comfortably sat at the end of a half-dark long room, which normally was used for meetings, but now was empty.

The last direct rays of light disappeared over the horizon, leaving the Sect in a very brief moment between dusk and darkness.

Butler Bang finished making tea, serving it to the small table near Wu Long and then standing to the side.

"Boss"

Old Yen appeared in the room without making any noise, getting on one knee on the floor without delay.

"Mm, good work during the final battle.

Raise your head. As I already told you, no need for such formal bows. How is the progress?"

Wu Long nodded, taking the teacup and opening the lid, letting the aroma of the tea fill his lungs.

"Yes.

We have tracked the remaining forces of the Alchemy Tower, eliminating them as we went.