Time rewinds to a few months ago, back when Rong Xiujie, the sixth Sun's Heart, had not yet perished.
Zhou Yi escorted Rong Xiujie to Huang Dao's villa. After that, Rong Xiujie stepped inside.
The living room was simple but not shabby. Two landscape paintings hung on the snow-white walls. In the center were a few sofas and a transparent glass square table. However, Huang Dao was not present in the living room.
Rong Xiujie walked a few steps, soft footstep sounds echoing through the room. Then, a calm voice came from the balcony.
"Come out here."
