Feng Guang slept until dusk. She sat in bed, rubbed her eyes, and stretched lazily before finally gazing at the Cold Abyss Sword resting on the table.
She got out of bed, walked over to the table, and sat down. Pouring herself a cup of tea, she asked lazily, “Fang Yue, Fang Yue, are you there?”
“I’m here.”
She hadn’t expected such a quick response and was momentarily stunned. “What time is it over there?”
“It’s exactly midnight.”
“Huh? That late already? So, while I took a nap, how much time passed on your side?”
Fang Yue replied, “Less than half a month.”
“Then why are you still awake at this hour?”
“I…”
Before he could finish, the sound of chaos erupted on his end.
“There’s the traitor! Kill him!”
“Fang Yue?”
“Apologies, Feng Guang. I’ll explain later.” As soon as Fang Yue finished speaking, the clashing of weapons could be heard.
Feng Guang could do nothing but sit there anxiously. However, she had faith in Fang Yue’s abilities. Unless he was caught off guard, there were very few who could truly injure him.
It seemed Fang Yue wasn’t interested in a prolonged fight. From the sound of clashing blades, it was clear that he was fending off his attackers rather than engaging them fully. Soon, the battle noise faded, suggesting he had retreated to a quieter place.
Feng Guang had remained silent, fearing she might distract him. But now that things had settled, she quickly asked, “Fang Yue, are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine.” His breathing was steady, not at all like someone who had just been in a fierce battle. It seemed those people weren’t a real threat to him.
Feng Guang felt slightly relieved. Before she could ask what had happened, another voice came from Fang Yue’s side—an elderly man’s weary sigh.
Fang Yue spoke, “Master?”
His master? Feng Guang held her breath, staying silent.
“Come back with me and accept your punishment.”
“Master, do you also believe that I killed the Sword Cleansing Elder?”
“The evidence is irrefutable. I cannot shield you.”
“Master…” Fang Yue’s voice grew heavy. “Forgive me, but I cannot return. I must uncover the truth behind the elder’s death.”
The old man said, “Do you realize that news of the elder’s death has already spread? Many now believe you to be a traitor who has betrayed his sect. They want to execute you on the spot. If you return with me, I may still be able to protect your life within the sect.”
“Master, I am not afraid of death.”
Hearing this, Feng Guang nearly slammed her fist on the table in frustration.
The old man sighed, his tone filled with helplessness. “I know once you’ve made a decision, no one can change it. However, as of now, you have been officially expelled from the sect. Hand over the Cold Abyss Sword.”
“The Cold Abyss Sword… Master, forgive me, but I cannot give it to you.”
“Why not?”
Fang Yue remained silent.
“You were once the sect’s chief disciple, so you should know what the Cold Abyss Sword represents. I cannot allow you to take it with you.”
“Master… I have a reason why I must keep the Cold Abyss Sword.”
“What reason?”
“I…” He hesitated.
Footsteps approached—his master had stepped closer.
“You were always my most trusted disciple,” the old man said. “Because of that, your fellow disciples harbored much resentment toward you. But I never doubted you, not even once.”
“I have disappointed you, Master.”
“…Sigh.” The old man exhaled deeply. “You entered my tutelage at the age of seven. By seventeen, you had reached the Nascent Soul stage. At twenty-four, you were already on the verge of the Tribulation stage. Do you know how many people spend their entire lives without ever reaching where you are now? You were destined to surpass even me.”
“All that I have achieved is thanks to your teachings, Master.”
“No…” the old man sighed again, his voice filled with sorrow. “No, you have surpassed me. There is nothing more I can teach you.”
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152