Fang Ling slept in a simple tent, recuperating from his injuries.
Elsewhere, Zhu Zhuqing stood atop a tree, gazing into the distance.
Everyone knew of the bitterness in her heart, and no one found it strange.
It was only Fang Ling's sudden appearance that made the otherwise ordinary soul-hunting journey seem slightly unusual.
Especially to her.
Though she did not know why it had lasted only an instant, the stirring of her Martial Soul could not have been false. It was undoubtedly a prerequisite for a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
She had felt the same sensation only once before, when she had encountered Dai Mubai.
"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill..."
Zhu Zhuqing murmured those words inwardly, gently pressing her vermillion lips together as a trace of sorrow appeared in her eyes.
Her slender jade fingers seemed to bear endless melancholy as they tightly intertwined.
Her clothes swayed softly in the wind, as though silently voicing the turmoil in her heart.
Her back looked lonely and desolate.
There should now be two people with whom she could form a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
The nearer one was this boy named Fang Ling.
He had only one leg, yet his will was unwavering. He did not cry out in pain because of his wounds, nor complain because his Martial Soul had shattered.
Merely a Two-Ring Great Spirit Master, he had still fled desperately from a Thousand-Year Soul Beast, fighting for that faint chance at survival.
There was no despair in his eyes, only an unyielding flame.
Even when death was imminent, he could still bloom with the brightest smile.
Such resilience and open-mindedness had truly shown her the shining side of humanity.
The other person was harder to speak of.
He was her betrothed, Third Prince Dai Mubai.
Whole in body and