The newcomer was dressed all in black, his face slightly pale.
He looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a plain, unremarkable face.
He silently looked up in the direction Fang Shuwen and Miao Feichan had departed, murmuring softly:
"Such terrifying youngsters."
He then began walking unhurriedly toward the Cold Ice Pavilion.
As he passed the Bone King's mangled corpse, he gave it a brief glance from the corner of his eye.
"A pity."
Though he said it was a pity, his tone held no such sentiment.
Because of the recent battle, the Cold Ice Pavilion was severely damaged. The exterior was covered in cracks, and the main gate had been shattered.
The interior was in complete disarray.
The man's gaze first swept over the Yuqing Fruit, but he paid it no mind.
He leaped into the water and did not surface for a long time.
