Mo Yan's room remained scattered, as if his soul had been shattered into many pieces. Mo Yan sat there once again, silently enduring this unbearable agony of his soul. Outside, his disciples, as always, stood guard, watching the atmosphere. But this time, either by chance or deliberately, only Su Nian stood directly outside Mo Yan’s chamber. The rest of the disciples were spread throughout the corridor.

  Su Nian heard everything the sound of the breaking heart and the smashing objects. He felt just as hopeless as Mo Yan. Because it wasn't only Mo Yan; he, too, was remembering someone deeply in his heart. His soul was also yearning to be in someone's embrace, to hug someone. The memory of a certain person flashed in his mind, and that memory shook him so much that his eyes welled up on their own, and tears fell like shooting stars.

  He looked up at the sky, which was pitch black in the depths of the night. But the stars and the moon were expressing a unique kind of beauty. He closed his eyes and, remembering his beloved in his heart, said:

  "I hope we meet soon."

  The night deepened further. Around the fourth watch of the night, Mo Yan moved toward his chamber window. He gently opened the window, and like a light gust of wind, he slipped out, moving between the branches of the darkness-engulfed trees without touching the ground. He traveled miles away from the Ming Jing Men Sect, leaving the entire sect behind. He continued forward with his full power.

  When he saw the path to the Xuemo Sect, he paused, landing softly on the raw earth below.

  He closed his eyes, and forming a hand seal, he summoned Bai Long.

  His Sacred Beast, Bai Long, emerged from his back, shimmering like threads of bright light, and stood suspended in the air before him. In the darkness of the night, its beautiful, water-like white body swayed like the silky hair of a fairy. It bowed its head in reverence and said:

  "Command me, my Master."

  Seeing him, Mo Yan gave only one command, the one he always gave:

  "Find Yu Sui."

  Hearing the command, Bai Long nodded in agreement and shot up into the sky with the speed of light. Going up, it prepared the same power sphere again. The power sphere spread throughout the atmosphere with an explosion. But, as always, it failed again this time.

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  Bai Long turned back and descended. It bowed before Mo Yan and said:

  "My Master. Please forgive me, I could not find Master Yu Sui."

  Hearing this, Mo Yan stood silently for a moment. He said nothing. He just stood there quietly. He began to think. And suddenly, an idea struck him, one that had never occurred to him before. He closed his eyes while thinking, and slowly said to Bai Long:

  "Try to locate the energy of the Su Tao Jue mantra. If its presence caused the invisible barrier to become visible, then you can surely feel it. Find the Su Tao Jue spell seal."

  Bai Long bowed its head in agreement again and ascended towards the sky. But this time, it only closed its eyes, and its forehead began to glow. It was trying to listen to its internal voice. Because where thoughts and energies cannot reach, the energy of internal knowledge can.

  Just then, what was expected happened. Bai Long swiftly descended. It bowed its head before Mo Yan. Mo Yan looked at it for a while, and Bai Long remained quiet. But then, the same blue glowing butterfly emerged from Bai Long's shining forehead. It immediately flew off, advancing towards its destination. Seeing it, a slight smile appeared on Mo Yan's face, and just then, Bai Long also returned to its place.

  Mo Yan, with the silent determination of the night's darkness, followed the blue butterfly. The blue butterfly, shining with the luster of ancient, beautiful magic, continuously led Mo Yan toward his destination.

  And over there, in the Xuemo Sect's graveyard, where the graves of a centuries-old war were built. Small temples stood on the graves everywhere. And in the very center, there was a huge, empty inn, perhaps built for temporary stay. But a giant bell was hung above that inn. It was said that the sound of this bell was very loud and would ring due to strong winds, indicating the arrival of a storm. But now, it too had been silent for thousands of years.

  Yu Sui was sitting on the stairs of that inn. As always, his dark powers were hovering around him, giving him a dangerous appearance. But Yu Sui was completely shocked by the extent of the torture being inflicted upon Mo Yan. He had seen Mo Yan's hands, which were cut and bruised in many places, as if he endured punishment every day. His soul could not bear this.

  He had many porcelain wine flasks filled with alcohol lying near him. He was constantly drinking. Even his eyes had turned red.

  With deep sorrow, he spoke to himself and angrily threw a wine flask onto the ground. It shattered upon impact, and the wine spilled everywhere. He cried out:

  "How wrong I was! I thought he could remain safe there. I thought this world would protect him from a Devil like me. But!... But I was wrong."

  He stood up and yelled loudly:

  "I was wrong! This world... these people are worse devils than me! I forgot. How could anyone understand someone else's pain!"

  He broke down and fell to his knees, weeping. He said:

  "Forgive me, Mo... for leaving you in this state. In this treacherous world. Forgive me."

  Just then, he saw something shimmering in the distance. A small light moving forward.