A figure clad in red official robes strode out, with two people following closely behind the young man. One held the Divine Spear Lei Wu in hand, none other than Wu Bu, a Disciple from the younger generation of the Xijian Sect.
The other had arms folded across the chest, with an appearance dazzlingly beautiful, featuring jade-like skin and vermilion lips—Baili Xianxian of ambiguous gender.
For reasons unknown, he, too, had come to Ghost Mountain, and his injuries had been hastily treated. His complexion wasn't too bad.
Ying Xiu parted the brush in front of them, his gaze resting deeply and obscurely on Meng Zifei. He frowned slightly but soon relaxed his expression and gave a brief nod as a form of greeting before he approached the river monument.
Mist rose from the surface of the river, and only faintly could one see the indistinct lights of boats wavering uncertainly through the thick fog.
The survivors all bowed respectfully to him, saying, "We've seen the Crown Prince."
