A series of familiar faces flashed through Xu Chunniang's mind.
Little Orange and Little White, Elder Gong, Fairy Lingyun and Chi Xuzi, the Dragon Slaying General and Bai Lu from the Demon Realm, Sky-Gazing Hound, who had only just entered the Immortal Realm, as well as Yue Yanru, Shen Miaoling, Zhao He, Xu Wanran, and the others from the Spirit Realm.
Among them were her masters and her disciples.
There were her closest friends, as well as her blood descendants.
When these people encountered the tribulations decreed by fate, could she truly stand by with folded arms and remain unmoved?
Xu Chunniang knew that, at least for now, she could not do that. Otherwise, why would she have gone to save Little Orange?
With these thoughts passing through her heart, Xu Chunniang led Little Orange into a relatively well-preserved stone hall.
The moment they entered the stone hall, Little Orange could no longer hold back her tears.
She remembered the words her mother had entrusted to her before dying; she remembered the father she had never met, who had died because of her; and she remembered Little White, whose whereabouts were unknown.
"Wuwu, wuwu..."
Grief welled up within Little Orange, and she wept uncontrollably.
"So sad... it hurts so much... Why did those lofty supreme beings force my father and mother to die?"
Though Xu Chunniang did not break down in tears like Little Orange, she too felt a deep, heavy sorrow.
The road of cultivation was long, and the journey stretched endlessly. When she looked back, only a handful of familiar faces remained by her side.
And even those people seemed to be drifting farther and farther away from her.
Those bitter and beautiful memories alike had, with the passage of time, become memories belonging to her alone.
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