Snow fell from the sky, and strong storm winds completely halted travel to all the surrounding kingdoms. Trees were bent to one side by the strong winds, as if they were about to uproot them.

  And Gu Zong's room, there was a gentle but even heavier breeze than the one outside. The entire room was filled with an air of shock, like Gu Zong's face. Standing at the doorframe, Grandmaster Gongzhang looked like a god of death. Just then, the Grandmaster stepped inside, "Pack your bags! We have to depart for the Northeast."

  Grandmaster Gongzhang said in a heavy voice. His robes made a loud noise in the strong winds, but his voice was still clearly audible over the noise.

  And Gu Zong's face turned pale, as if his soul had departed from his body. Then, from inside, Gu Zong glanced toward the main entrance and said, "Master, will we return in a few days?" "Can't you go?"

  Gu Zong asked casually, his eyes filled with unspoken emotion. But the Grandmaster looked directly at Gu Zong and shook his head no. "We're leaving now, get ready." With that, Grandmaster Gongzhang turned and headed for his room. Gu Zong's breathing became heavy, sweat forming on his forehead despite the cold breeze. Gu Zong's face sagged, and the fire burning in his eyes faded. He lowered his gaze and moved forward with heavy steps to close the door of his room. But as he looked up to catch the door, he saw Yan Yu emerging from the library. Suddenly, upon seeing Yan Yu, Gu Zong's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had found the way to his destination. Gu Zong quickly left the room and headed towards Yan Yu. When Yan Yu turned towards him from the corridor, looking down, Gu Zong suddenly saw her. Gu zong blocked her path, causing her to collide with Gu Zong, and was slightly pushed back, and when she looked ahead, Gu Zong was standing in front of her, blocking her path.

  Some time later...

  At the main entrance of Zishi Temple, Grandmaster Gongzhang and Gu Zong stood with their luggage, ready to depart for their destination in the strong winds. Grandmaster Gongzhang stepped forward and left Zishi Temple, Gu Zong following behind him. However, before continuing, he glanced back to where Chi Zu and Yan Yu were standing to bid them farewell. Yan Yu looked at Gu Zong, who was looking at him with a respectful expression, but his eyes were empty. Yet, Yan Yu's soul understood the message that Gu Zong was conveying to her within the emptiness of his eyes. Yan Yu bowed her head in agreement. Seeing this, Gu Zong finally took a deep breath and followed the Grandmaster to leave. There was no heaviness in his steps, but there was no peace either, yet his steps continued to move slowly and with a measured gait.

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  Somewhere else, the same storm raged. Strong winds were blowing, their sounds terrifying, as if the cries of countless spirits were being heard. Wuang Shi, wading through the strong winds, followed the two men into a tavern in the Sudui Market, which was filled with lavish decorations, melodious music, and the aroma of various dishes. But all this hustle and bustle had no effect on Wuang Shi's face. Looking at the place, it didn't seem like there was a storm brewing outside. Then, the two men led Wuang Shi to an empty table in a corner, which was quite quiet. Without delay, Wuang Shi sat down, followed by Tung and Sukang, who followed him and sat opposite him.

  The atmosphere was vibrant, and the melodious music of flutes and guqin could be heard everywhere. But as always, Wuang Shi's eyes were downcast, as if he didn't care who was in front of him. Then Tung said, "young master, if you want, we can take you where you want to go. It'll just cost four silver pieces."

  Tung looked at Sukang with a smile, and Sukang knew the meaning of that smile.

  Wuang Shi sat quietly for a while, his face showing no reaction. Then he took out a gold piece from his sleeve and the Moyu Legend from his robes. He opened the folded cover of the book and placed it on the table with the gold piece.

  And as Tung and Sukang saw the piece of gold, their eyes widened with a wide smile. Then Wuang Shi said, "Tell me the way to the Qasiong Temple." Wuang Shi's words were direct and clear, like his sharp and fiery eyes, but Tung and Sukang's eyes were fixed on the piece of gold. "With this amount of money, we can show you the way to heaven..." Tung smiled and looked at the piece of gold. "...This is the Qasiong Temple after all......What???" Saying this, Tung's smile suddenly fell and his eyes opened even wider. "Qasiong Temple??..." Tung said with a slack mouth, looking at Wuang Shi, and then looked at Sukang, whose face had also turned pale.

  "young master?, do you know what a great and ancient place you're talking about...?" Sukang said in a heavy voice.

  "Brother is right, that temple is 10,000 years old, and going there is strictly prohibited without the permission of Prince Mo Ming Yu and Yu Wei."