"SWISH!"
The Spiritual Light of the Dust Banner wrapped around Zhu Ju, soaring over peak after peak before gently descending at the foot of a mountain.
A small courtyard enclosed by a wicker fence stood there.
Inside the courtyard grew several plum blossom trees.
The plum blossoms were in full bloom.
Yun Wuya stood beneath the trees. The little girl, Xue Nan, stood by his side with red-rimmed eyes, sobbing softly from time to time.
They both knew their parting was imminent.
A sorrowful air filled the space between them.
"Sect Leader."
Seeing Zhu Ju, a faint smile appeared on Yun Wuya's face.
"You've come, just as I expected."
"It seems your injuries are severe," Zhu Ju said, studying him and nodding slowly.
"You can't wait any longer?"
"I'm out of time," Yun Wuya sighed softly.
"Fortunately, my wish has been fulfilled. It is fitting that I should meet my end here today."
He gently patted his daughter's head and guided Xue Nan to Zhu Ju's side before speaking slowly.
