One of the five esteemed academies, the Demon-hunting Academy.
Ning Zhiqiu stood in the night, her red attire strikingly vivid, her whole being resembling a statue.
Yet, her cold face bore traces of agitation, contrary to her attire and demeanor.
Closing her eyes, her mind was constantly haunted by that vision of the blood sun, an unstoppable specter in her thoughts.
The events of that day were bittersweet; she succeeded, the true meaning of Martial Dao resurged from its decay, but ultimately, problems arose, and Xu Guang's Divine Soul left a profound shadow on her heart.
It was like a nightmarish inner demon.
...
In the quiet night, many remained awake.
Zhuge Wuliang stood atop a high building in Beiji City, quietly gazing at the night.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind,
and promptly, a shadow emerged.
"Is it you?"
Zhuge Wuliang showed a sudden realization, somewhat surprised by the young man before him.
