Chapter 956 Farewell

• Time slipped past like water over polished stone. Three days—no more than three blurred dawns and dusks—dissolved before anyone quite noticed they were gone.
• During those frantic hours, the human race rushed to draft the charter of the new Heaven-Earth Alliance while dispatching strike forces to hunt down the traitorous Mountain Bearing Sect.
• "Have you heard?" one traveler muttered outside a teahouse, his voice hushed yet urgent. "Mountain Bearing Sect's founder—Ulric—caught wind of the raid in advance and slipped away."