Night soon descended upon the Xiantu Capital. The earlier feast had ended, concluded with a shocking reveal. Two figures walked the common streets of the capital. They weaved through the loose roamers with quiet steps and calm breaths.
Yan Zaizen and Shin Xuanji had shot away, exploring the streets as a duo. Their tall figures, impressive physiques, astonishing looks, and high cultivations went unnoticed by the citizens. With a little exertion of soul power, they traversed as unseen ghosts.
"You've told me quite a bit. And, I don't fault you for your failures." Yan Zaizen said, his tone was direct and honest. He felt no blame towards Shin Xuanji for the fate of his clansmen. However, his words did little to alleviate the guilt within Shin Xuanji's heart.