She did not know what her personality had been like in her past life. Every time she asked, Aunt Ming only smiled and was unwilling to say much. But at least in this life, Yue'er liked a peaceful life.
Although ever since she had set foot on the path of cultivation, she had followed Young Master and suffered a great deal, enduring even more tempering, through countless storms and hardships.
Yet that did not matter.
With Young Master at her side, no matter how dangerous the surroundings, she could still taste sweetness in hardship. Wherever Lin Xuan was, to Yue'er, that place was a peaceful harbor.
Those days when they had worked hard together and cultivated together—life with Lin Xuan was something Yue'er truly missed.
Yet peaceful days were always brief.
Before they knew it, Young Master had already stood at the pinnacle of the Human World.
As a lower realm, the Human World's heaven-and-earth spiritual energy was far too thin, and its resources were scarce to the extreme. If they remained there, advancing even half a step farther on the path of cultivation would be harder than climbing the heavens.
Young Master had once said to her with a smile that he was not afraid of perishing, but he was afraid that after being reduced to flying ash and scattered smoke, he would never be able to see her again.
Yue'er remembered that at that moment, tears had streamed down her face.
Young Master was reluctant to part; how could she possibly be willing to separate from Lin Xuan?
Although the memories of her past life were no longer clear, she was certain that in all the years gone by, no one had ever treated her so well.
She could not bear it!
She was equally unwilling to separate