"I really don't understand why Yuan Ting and Zhao Yafu would listen to his opinion."
The young man from Cold Moon City, Wu Ji, kept muttering along the way, "Sister Hui, do you think they did it on purpose?"
Wu Ji was another Golden Hall Realm cultivator from Coldmoon City.
Although he was only at the early stage of the Golden Hall Realm, he was much younger than Han Hui.
He was only sixteen years old.
In terms of cultivation potential, he was more outstanding than Han Hui. His future achievements should be higher as well.
The Wu Clan was the strongest clan in Coldmoon City. Wu Ji's father was the current City Lord of Coldmoon City, Wu Lie.
Therefore, although the leader of Coldmoon City was Han Hui, even Han Hui herself thought highly of him.
Before they came, the elders of the Han Clan had told them to make sure nothing happened to Wu Ji.
This was one of the reasons why Han Hui chose to retreat after encountering the Fan Clan and Waning Moon City.
Wu Lie didn't want anything to happen to Wu Ji because of the forbidden area's trial.
He wouldn't even allow Wu Ji to be heavily injured, let alone die.
This was because Wu Ji was about to break through to the middle stage of the Golden Hall Realm.
If Wu Ji could break through to the middle stage of the Golden Hall Realm at the age of sixteen, he might be able to catch up to the five new moons in the empire.
"I don't know why Yuan Ting and Zhao Yafu think so highly of him either."
Han Hui was also depressed. "Don't worry about them. They just haven't encountered the predicament we're in. When they're driven away and humiliated like us, they'll understand the situation in the forbidden area. "
"At that time, they'll know how weak Dark Moon City is."
Wu Ji snorted and said in agreement, "That day will definitely come."
Unwilling to give up, the group of people headed in the direction of the mural that they had left earlier.
They felt that some time had passed, and those people from Waning Moon City might have left from the mural.
The mural was dead and couldn't be moved. The participants of Waning Moon City couldn't move it.
Those people would leave in the end.
Several hours later.
Han Hui, Wu Ji, and the others gradually approached.
"Look, it's Feng Xin!"
Wu Ji suddenly stopped and pointed into the distance as he spoke in a low voice.
Han Hui looked over.
At the other end of the deep pit, a group of eight people entered a wide stone path and walked forward in silence.
The young woman in the lead was Waning Moon City's Feng Xin. She was the one who had forced them to leave and tell them to scram.
"There are more people in Waning Moon City." Han Hui looked around and frowned slightly. "Could it be that some of them have already entered the stone tunnel?"
Wu Ji also found it strange. "If I can see Feng Xin, Feng Xin should be able to see me too. But she didn't turn around. She didn't seem to care about us at all. "
"It is indeed a little strange." Han Hui became suspicious again. "With Feng Xin's personality, she will definitely mock us coldly. She will definitely not let us be happy."
They all noticed that the people of Waning Moon City didn't talk to each other. Instead, they walked away with their backs to them.
They should have moved to other pits or areas.
"Let's go take a look at the mural!"
Wu Ji suggested.
Han Hui seconded.
A moment later, the group of people from Cold Moon City stood in front of the mural.
There was no one in front of the mural.
Since they did not know what was going on, they thought that the people of Waning Moon City had already left.
Therefore, they all studied the wonders of the mural.
Unfortunately, even after looking at it for a long time, none of them were able to comprehend anything from it. They could only take out brushes and ink and copy the mural.
"Sister Hui, a few clouds are missing," Wu Ji said softly.
"What?"
"I said that in the mural, there were a few clouds in addition to the rivers. But those clouds are gone now, and they don't seem to have been cut away, "Wu Ji said.
Han Hui was even more surprised. "Perhaps Feng Xin and the others from Waning Moon City obtained the wonders contained in the mural."
"Sigh, what a pity. What a pity." Wu Ji sighed. "Those people from Dark Moon City are really arrogant. They actually think that they are stronger than us and that they are weak. They say that we are weak. If they meet Feng Xin or people from other cities, what strength do they have to challenge us? "
"Let's wait and see. They will beg us to form an alliance," Han Hui said with a snort.
…
Peng!
Another Mirage Pearl exploded into dust without a sound.
Every time the eight people from Waning Moon City, led by Feng Xin, passed by a place with a Mirage Pearl, it would be reduced to dust before they could even get close.
"Feng Xin!"
Gao Hong from Dark Moon City exclaimed with a frown as he led his team to the bottom of the crater where the moon fragment was.
This was the place where the Fan Clan had cleared the area earlier.
After Fan Li and Yu Yuan's secret confrontation, he had quietly recovered from his injuries here. After discovering that his clansmen had failed to obtain any profound sword incantations from the sword-shaped patterns on the moon fragment, he had left with his clansmen.
Fan Li knew in his heart that the moment that boundless, vast, and ancient aura dispersed into the heavens and the earth, the fortuitous encounter was probably gone.
He didn't waste any time and decisively chose to leave.
Gao Hong and the others from Dark Moon City waited for them to leave before descending.
They wanted to see if there were any lucky ones among them who might be able to comprehend the mysteries of the sword-shaped patterns.
Even though they knew that the possibility was very small, they still didn't want to give up and try their luck.
Who knows, maybe someone would get lucky?
Gao Hong hadn't expected that they would run into Feng Xin from Waning Moon City after only half a day of comprehending the sword-shaped patterns.
He and Feng Xin were old friends, and their clans had some history. Therefore, after exclaiming in surprise, he hastily said, "First come, first served! Feng Xin, you and the others from Waning Moon City don't come down now. After our people are done here, you can bring Waning Moon City's people here to take a look. "
He didn't say that he wouldn't allow it. He only asked Feng Xin to wait for a while.
Unfortunately, Feng Xin, who was descending the stone steps, turned a deaf ear to his words.
Gao Hong looked displeased. "Feng Xin, what do you mean by this?"
Feng Xin didn't even look at him. She was only observing the sword-shaped patterns on the moon fragment as she descended.
A faint green light could be seen flickering in the depths of her black pupils, making her look strange and sinister.
"Feng Xin!" Gao Hong exclaimed.
She finally stopped, looking somewhat impatient.
Her gaze was still fixed on the moon fragment and the sword-shaped patterns.
She only extended a hand and pointed at Gao Hong and the others.
The other seven trial takers from Waning Moon City, who were still behind her, suddenly jumped down when they were still a dozen meters from the bottom of the crater.
The seven of them floated in the air, as light as catkins.
However, just as they were about to land on the ground, the seven people's eyes changed at the same time.
They turned dark green.
They looked like two balls of ghostly fire.
Without the slightest hesitation, the seven of them immediately attacked Gao Hong and the others with wooden expressions.
They should have been evenly matched in their cultivation bases, but now, a completely different scene was playing out.
The seven of them, who obeyed Feng Xin's orders, were slaughtering Gao Hong and the trial takers from Waning Moon City.
Their bodies were as cold as iron, incomparably sharp.
Meanwhile, Gao Hong and the others were still made of flesh and blood. With the simplest physical contact, Gao Hong and the others had their hearts pierced through by the seven's hands.
Moments later, Feng Xin finally arrived at the moon fragment in a leisurely manner.
Beside her, the ground was littered with corpses.
Gao Hong and the others had died in an incomparably miserable and inexplicable manner.
Feng Xin stood on the moon fragment and pressed her hand on one of the sword-shaped patterns. Her face was filled with longing and nostalgia, as if she was reminiscing about the years that had passed.
After a while, she muttered to herself in an ancient, rhythmic voice, "My soul, my soul is gone."
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