A Wisp of Yanqing Sha

The setting sun was like blood, the great desert desolate.

Qiao Yuanxi stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing upon the sunset she had longed for.

She could also hear screams drifting over from behind her from time to time. Tianhuang Mountain's remaining remnants had fallen into Ran Sect's hands, so naturally, they would meet no good end.

Within Lu Ran's Gods and Devils Sculpture Garden, most of the stone sculptures that had already been activated had reached the Heaven Realm.

Only the Thousand Bones stone sculpture and the spirit-lot stone sculpture were still at the Sea Realm tier. After this journey, however, the spirit-lot stone sculpture should be able to advance to the Heaven Realm as well.

Qiao Yuanxi wanted to turn around and look, but a palm landed on her head.

"Sister Ruyi?" Qiao Yuanxi lifted her head and looked at the woman.

"He'll come keep you company in a while."

"Oh." Qiao Yuanxi answered softly and looked westward again.

At the moment the sun neared the horizon, a figure silently appeared beside her.

"Big bro!"

"How was it?" Lu Ran sat down, dangling his legs over the cliff's edge. "Was it what you imagined?"

"It was sadder than I imagined," Qiao Yuanxi said quietly.

"Sad?" Lu Ran looked into the distance at the setting sun.

It should have been bleak, shouldn't it?

Qiao Yuanxi squatted down and wrapped her arms around her knees. Already delicate and adorable, she now looked even more obedient.

She tilted slightly, leaning against Lu Ran's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I'm doing quite well." Lu Ran smiled. He was no longer the green youth who had first entered the mountain realm.

No matter what life forced upon him, he would be well.

And he had to be.

Too many things still awaited