Two months later, Blood Bone Island.
The Yin Sha sea breeze remained, caressing the island's jagged black reefs.
An inconspicuous Escape Light quietly penetrated the outer Restriction, landing before the Blood Bone Hall at the island's heart.
The brilliance faded, Xu Ping's dark robe gently fluttered, his expression calm.
As he landed, a figure with a cold yet anxious aura hurriedly approached, it was Duan Shuang.
She still wore her moon-white robe, her figure exquisite, her face strikingly beautiful, relieved to see Xu Ping safe and sound.
Rumors about the Ancient Demon Hall were rampant; although she trusted Xu Ping's strength, she couldn't help but worry.
"Some turmoil has already subsided, sorry for worrying Shuang'Er,"
Xu Ping smiled slightly, naturally extending his arm to embrace her slender waist, feeling the familiar chill and softness.
The pair walked into the hall together.
