The moonlight was misty, as if shrouded in fog. The stench of blood permeated the mountain pass, and the scars of battle littered the ground. 

Yet now, four Xiantian Martial Ancestors had fallen. Only Situ Gong remained.

He felt deep sorrow, and his expression was wooden, as if he were attending his parents’ funerals.

After a moment’s silence, Situ Gong said, “I won’t lie to you. We each exchanged a stalk of tier-five spiritual medicine to learn your whereabouts from the Ten Directions Pavilion.”

“You can leave.” Su Yi put away the Abstruse God Sword and said casually.

Situ Gong found this hard to believe. “Young Lord Su, why aren’t you killing me?”

Su Yi paused to think, then said, “You came to seize my good fortune, but you had no intention of taking my life. Your crimes don’t warrant death. This is punishment enough.”

Situ Gong was stunned, and he looked conflicted. “So that’s why… Many thanks for sparing my life.”

With that, he turned and left, cutting a desolate figure.

“Remember, you owe me a life!” He heard Su Yi shout from the distance.

Situ Gong paused, took a deep breath, and said, “I dare not forget!”

Before long, Situ Gong disappeared into the vast...