C224 The Dark Moon's Chaotic Flow

The Eighth Elder, drained of his power, finally yielded, his face etched with reluctance. Propping himself against a toppled bookshelf, he drew a deep breath and said with self-derision, "Who would have thought that one wrong decision back then would prevent me from ever turning things around? Such is fate!"

Chu Haoyun paid no mind to his regrets, perching atop the fallen bookshelf