A vast, glowing-red rift split open the sky, as if to tear it in two. Countless chains formed from spiritual energy churned within it, ringing out with a sound that sent shivers down the spine. The magnificent sight was awe-inspiring, yet deeply unsettling.
Zhong Jiu stood amid the raging wind, facing the endless rift with a steady gaze. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned and saw Jiu Xuan watching him tenderly with her beautiful eyes. She gently smoothed Zhong Jiu’s hair, which the wind had tousled, and said softly, “Ninth Lord, they’re all waiting for you. Go.”
Zhong Jiu looked deeply at Jiu Xuan and said in a low voice, “You’d better not deceive me. Otherwise, I’ll never see you again, not in this life or any other.”
He turned resolutely toward the unfathomably deep rift, his brocade robes fluttering in the wind like a breathtaking scene. The setting sun cast his silhouette in a beautiful crimson glow. The chains came crashing down, accompanied by a voice from antiquity. From then on, they were gone from each other’s lives.
