By the Clear Water Pool.
Lin Wanqing, Third Senior Sister of Silver Sword Peak on Shu Mountain, was riding a bamboo raft downstream.
Ever since Fanyue had gone missing, aside from returning to Shu Mountain once during the sect's disciple recruitment, she had spent most of her time searching for him.
To be honest, Lin Wanqing did not know what was wrong with her.
It was as though she had fallen under a demonic spell.
Come to think of it, she had not known Fanyue for very long.
Yet why had he left without saying goodbye? Why?
Why?
Had he found his family?
But what about her? What did she count for?
He had once been so intimate with her.
Thinking of this, Lin Wanqing could not help but sigh.
As Lin Wanqing looked at the lofty mountains on either side, a desolate feeling rose within her.
She, a peerless genius of her generation—could there come a day
when she would become like this as well?
Lin Wanqing could not help thinking of her current realm.
Originally, according to her master's and the elders' estimations,
she, Lin Wanqing, should have become the youngest Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Yet now, she had no desire whatsoever to break through.
Her cultivation had stalled at the Golden Core Realm.
Moreover, Lin Wanqing had discovered that her Dao heart was falling bit by bit... as though it were gathering dust.
Even Lin Wanqing had to admit that she seemed to have fallen into the river of love.
She had betrayed the original intention with which she had pursued the Dao.
Lin Wanqing had been conflicted as well. Perhaps she should simply return to her sect.
And stop caring about anything.
But whenever she thought of that young man, of how he called her Sister,