"Evil Daoist, stop pretending. Do you still remember Xiaoshui'er, whom you killed? She's standing behind you right now, watching you!" Xiao Chen said.
"Impossible! Xiaoshui'er was already refined by my own..." Li Jinchán suddenly jolted, his soaring aura faltering. A flicker of panic and guilt flashed through his bloodshot eyes.
He instinctively turned to look behind him.
Only to find no one there.
The unconscious murmur on his lips abruptly ceased.
Pain crossed his face.
For a brief moment, he sank into his memories.
Some people.
Some things.
Even after a thousand years, ten thousand years.
Still lingered in the heart.
Xiaoshui'er.
When he had been fleeing his master's pursuit.
In that unfamiliar village.
She had been the first.
And the only person who had willingly shown him kindness.
That exquisitely carved little face.
That bright red padded jacket.
And that... incomparably sweet, radiant smile.
All had been etched deep into Li Jinchán's heart.
At first.
When he fled to the village.
He had only wanted to conceal his identity.
And live out the rest of his wretched life.
He had never intended to cultivate the Vajra Cicada.
But later.
Somehow.
He had become like a man possessed.
In pursuit of immortality.
He had failed to resist temptation.
And betrayed his original intentions.
Beginning to cultivate that evil art.
After learning that Xiaoshui'er met the requirements for refining a Demon Pill.
Li Jinchán had agonized and hesitated for a long time.
Back then, Xiaoshui'er had been the only light capable of dispelling the gloom of his dark life.
She had been someone deeply important to him.
He truly could not bear to do it.
Yet the Vajra Cicada seemed to possess a demonic nature.
Imperceptibly influencing his thoughts.
Until he ultimately killed Xiaoshui'er.
Although he had killed many others afterward.