In the Three Lights Dao Heaven Cave Dwelling, the starlight hung low. Ning Zhuo sat before a table where more than ten flying messages were laid out. Today, the youth was not wearing his Myriad Melodies Robe, only a loose, blue-green robe.
Sun Lingtong sat across from him. He lounged with one shoulder against the back of his chair and one leg crossed over the other. He held a cup of spirit tea, occasionally blowing on it to cool it down.
His young attendant-like face still held a trace of fatigue; infiltrating the Sun-Holding Yang-Locking Ascending Cloud Altar had clearly taken a great toll on him. Ning Zhuo finished reading the last flying message and gently tapped his fingers on the table.
Tap. Tap.
The sound was crisp in the quiet chamber. Sun Lingtong raised his eyes.
“So? What's the news?”
Ning Zhuo put down the flying message, his gaze falling on the lamplight.
“The southwestern earth network of the Sun-Holding Yang-Locking Ascending Cloud Altar was damaged. Although the Sun-Holding Light-Concealing Gate has been closed, the foundation within has been damaged. Earth Essence Master estimates that it can be kept barely operational. A full recovery will take three to five years at the earliest and more than ten years at the latest.”
Sun Lingtong grunted, surprised at the extent of the damage.
“That bad?”