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In Cangwu City.
Sun Wo and another knelt in front of Mo Yue’s bed, the dim candlelight flickering, their heads bowed low, faces unseen.
In front of the now lifeless and snow-pale Mo Yue, they dared not breathe loudly. Especially seeing Mo Yue’s expression of despair, their hearts were in their throats.
Suddenly, Mo Yue struggled to sit up, angrily shouting, her voice hoarse as if she hadn’t had water for days.
"Heaven has forsaken me!"
Mo Lin quickly stepped forward to support Mo Yue, uttering words he didn’t even believe himself, "Father, don’t worry, there will be a way."
Mo Yue closed her eyes and slowly spoke six words, "Tonight or tomorrow night."
Mo Lin and Sun Wo’s faces grew even more grim.
They knew what Mo Yue meant.
Either dying tonight or tomorrow night, there was no hope of surviving any longer.
And once Mo Yue was gone, the Hundred Sects Alliance would lose a Middle Profound Realm powerhouse, undoubtedly a significant loss for the entire Alliance.
However, Mo Lin seemed to have already come to terms with this, and then looked towards the battered Sun Wo and his companion. Despite being shocked when he first saw them, seeing them again still surprised him. He had originally thought that two Profound Realm masters climbing the mountain had secured success, yet unexpectedly, Yunlan Mountain actually had three Profound Realms.
Such a lineup of powerhouses already surpassed many Two-star Sects.
"Gentlemen, please treat your injuries first."
Having said that, Mo Lin sighed and helped Sun Wo and his companion to stand up.
Once they stood, their injuries became more visible, covered with wounds, with some still sticking to grains of stone as large as rice.
After they stood up, Sun Wo said in a low voice, "The injuries are minor, just superficial wounds. It’s just that we failed to bring back Wen Ping; we really feel guilty."
Sun Wo kept his head down, not wanting anyone to see his face filled with regret and pain.
Sikong Bai immediately cupped his fists and pleaded guilty to Mo Yue, "Lord Mo Yue, please punish me. I am willing to bear all responsibility alone!"
Mo Yue waved his hand, then pointed towards the ceiling, using the last of her strength to speak with lingering hatred, anger, unwillingness, and various emotions, "Since Wen Ping wishes me dead, I must not let him revive the Immortal Sect. When I’m gone, suppress the Immortal Sect for me; make sure it’s removed from East Lake, and bring him before my grave to cut off his head!"
"Understood!"
"We will not fail the mission!"
Sun Wo and the other replied simultaneously.
As the two cupped their fists, Mo Yue’s pointing hand fell weakly.
"Father!"
"Lord!"
"Lord!"
All three cried out in alarm, rushing to the bedside, supporting the bed’s edge, desperately looking at Mo Yue, whose eyes were wide open yet had already passed away.
A generation of masterminds, Mo Yue, hadn’t died at the hands of an adversary, nor died more honorably at the hands of a Great Demon.
But succumbed to illness in bed.
Alas—
With a sigh, Sun Wo and the others fell silent, watching time pass, watching people outside the room rush in and kneel, watching the Hundred Sects Alliance hang white lanterns, then watching as Mo Yue’s body was placed into a Golden Coffin, finally watching the Sealed Flowing Horse Carriage disappear into the night outside Cangwu City.
The sound of the cart’s axle grew distant, gradually fading away.
In their ears, Mo Yue’s last words resonated...