Meng Qingying had never imagined that the feud spanning lifetimes between herself and Minghe would ultimately be decided in this fashion.
Neither of them had won.
By the end, Minghe had no strength left at all, and Meng Qingying was hardly any better off.
Even if the ancient immortals and gods had surveyed the river of time, they never could have imagined that the grudge between these two towering figures would end in the hands of a mortal man, with both sides defeated.
It did not matter. There was still plenty of time—enough to settle the score.
Meng Qingying hummed as she climbed up, leaning against the headboard and shooting Minghe a sidelong glance. Minghe sat quietly on the other side, expressionless as she smoothed her hair and arranged her clothes.
They both looked the same anyway. There was nothing to blush about.
After staring for a long while, Meng Qingying finally said sourly, "Not fair. Why did you jump straight to Non-Phase?"
Minghe calmly replied, "I had preserved the intent of the Netherworld River. Once I absorbed and fused with it, I naturally achieved it in one leap. You lacked that step. It was already quite good that, when you died, you managed to preserve a spark of spiritual light and cultivate anew as a person. To completely recover, you will probably have to return and find your own remains."
Caught between these two lifelong rivals as they conversed over him, Qin Yi found it rather astonishing. "So Qingying has already awakened E'Zhuo's intent? There was no conflict at all, and you fused directly?"
Neither woman looked at him. Both turned their heads away.
Qin Yi: "..."
Though her head was turned aside, Meng Qingying still answered him. "I... received the aid of your phoenix feather. It was essentially