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Nalan Ruoxue gently righted the two candlesticks that had been knocked over by the fluctuations of Luo Bei's magic power. She said nothing at this moment, because she knew that the best thing was to let Luo Bei have a moment of peace alone.
When she had first met Luo Bei, Cai Shu, and the others, Nalan Ruoxue had felt that Luo Bei was different from ordinary cultivators. There was a warmth about him that most cultivators did not possess; it could also be called humanity. After gaining power beyond that of ordinary people, the vast majority of cultivators came to regard themselves as beings who stood high above all others. This filled them with greed and cold indifference, turning them into people who lived only for themselves and possessed no humanity... Yet in truth, no matter who one was, no matter how immense the power one commanded, one was ultimately only a person, not a god. At least, that was what Nalan Ruoxue had always believed.
Tong Bugu said nothing either. The entire great hall seemed exceedingly quiet—silent, even.
"Master... could he die?"
Luo Bei's hands and feet were ice-cold. Again and again, the image flashed through his mind of Yuan Tianyi standing at the edge of the cliff atop that nameless peak of Luofu... blending into heaven and earth, yet so solitary and lofty.
Even any cultivator Luo Bei had now seen with peerless cultivation was still far inferior to him.
In the past, Luo Bei might never even have needed to consider such a question... How could someone like him possibly die? But Luo Bei now knew that anyone could die... In principle, for those who cultivated the Inner Core Dao, once they had formed a Nascent Soul, they could continually reshape their bodies or