Astral winds swept past, stirring the soul.
Our Lady of Wudang's words were like a basin of cold water poured over Yun Xiao's head. Her Primordial Spirit and true soul seemed to freeze in that instant, and she felt endless chill envelop her.
Even Senior Sister Wudang, who had once treated her so well, wanted to cut off her hopes and fantasies. Could it be that there was no longer any possibility between her and Ling Xiao—not even becoming ordinary Dao Friends?
Regret drowned her, and the terrifying pain tore at her heart.
Yun Xiao slowly raised her head and looked at Our Lady of Wudang. "Doumu Yuanjun is right. If I continue to disturb Great Emperor of East Pole Qinghua, I will only be overestimating myself and humiliating myself. I might as well sever that thought and eliminate the root of this disaster."
"Please, Senior Sister Wudang, help me cut away the thought of desire..."
As she spoke, Yun Xiao felt all hope drain from her.
In pursuit of the emotionless Sword Dao, Bi Xiao had cut away her seven emotions, six desires, and sisterly affection with the Three Xiao Sisters. At the time, Yun Xiao had been furious over what she had done.
Yet now, she had no choice but to follow Bi Xiao's example.
Cutting away the thought of desire meant losing her deep devotion to Ling Xiao. It also meant abandoning the persistence and obsession of her Chasing Husband's Funeral Pyre over the past several centuries. Worse still, it would leave her true heart incomplete, making further progress nearly impossible from this day onward.
Even having made up her mind, she could not accept such a tremendous price in so short a time.
"Junior Sister Yun Xiao, are you certain?"
Concern appeared on Our Lady of