To Golden Core cultivators, Yaoguang Beach was fraught with danger, but in Zhao He's eyes, it was nothing much.
Over the years, she had traveled north and south alone with Scorched Bones on her back, gaining no small amount of experience.
Yet Zhao He searched all of Yaoguang Beach and still could not find the old village chief's remains.
"Was this trip ultimately for nothing...?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Zhao He shook her head sharply. "No, I did not come for nothing. At the very least, I have done all I could."
"Indeed. That is how you should think."
Scorched Bones spoke with gratification. "To do all one can and leave the rest to fate—that is the way. Letting nature take its course is also yielding to the changes of the Dao."
Zhao He nodded, half understanding and half not. Carrying Scorched Bones, she left Yaoguang Beach and returned to Zhao Family Village, where she found Zhao Xuening.
"I went to Yaoguang Beach, but I did not find the old village chief's remains."
Disappointment was impossible to hide in Zhao Xuening's eyes, and her tone was mocking. "You failed to bring back his remains, yet you still have the nerve to come back and see me?"
Zhao He's hand tightened unconsciously within her sleeve, but she spoke calmly. "For the old village chief's sake, I will not hold your offense against you. But I hope there will not be a next time."
Hearing the warning in her words, Zhao Xuening stiffened and put away the contempt in her heart.
The person before her was a genuine Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Even if she had done something wrong, it was not her place to point fingers.
Seeing Zhao Xuening's expression grow considerably more restrained, Zhao He spoke indifferently.
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