Bai Yujun watched the man ramble on.
Perhaps the evil ghosts within Hell Abyss had nearly lost all Spiritual Intelligence. No matter how illustrious their status had been in life, once they entered hell, they could not avoid losing their minds and becoming monsters. Very few remained lucid. So many words were buried in their hearts with nowhere to go, and they only wanted to find someone who could listen and pour out everything they had to say.
Crack~
Another sound of ice splitting rang out. The sound stretched far into the distance, jolting the muttering man awake. The Black Filth trailing beneath and behind his feet was growing ever more feeble.
The man cast a wary glance at the ice. To others, it was merely a mountain, but in his eyes, it was a divine mountain holding up heaven and earth. Its dragon-like presence bore down mercilessly upon outsiders.
He raised his head and earnestly gazed up at Bai Yujun, who resembled an exquisite sculpted portrait.
"Actually, you are the same as me. You have felt loneliness through the long River of Time."
Bai Yujun could not deny that. She still remembered that, back when she had been a snake demon, she had had many, many friends—the familiar Shenhua Mountain, the demons of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and many old companions who had followed her out into the world. When she had begun to reveal her fierce dragon horns in the Immortal Realm and risen powerfully, she had gradually drifted away from her good friends, whether intentionally or not. Qing Ling, once inseparable from her, Little Follower Iron Ball, and the rest were now unknown and unnoticed in the Immortal Realm.
Keeping her distance was also the best protection for her old friends. Staying alive was what mattered most.