Zhao Qian stood before the side hall in plain clothes, her hands behind her back as she gazed up at the starry sky. Silence carried an elegant serenity. Only when I landed beside her did she part her lips and ask with a faint smile, "Why didn't you stay a little longer?"
"Too much sentiment always wounds us at parting." I smiled bitterly. Zhao Qian turned around and looked at me with her large eyes, then chuckled softly as she reached out with her delicate hands to straighten my collar. "We might never get another opportunity this good. You'll regret it."
"Qian." My smile held a trace of embarrassment. She was always considerate enough to look at things from my perspective, while I had never truly stood before her, even after all these years.
"Hmm?" Zhao Qian smiled, as elegant and radiant as autumn waters.
"You're skilled in divination. Can you cast a reading?" I asked.
"I can't. Just like Big Sis Tian, I can't calculate anything at all. Besides, with my current cultivation, how would I dare calculate the fate of a Eight-Tribulation True Immortal?" Zhao Qian understood my thoughts perfectly. Even though I hadn't said anything, she knew what I wanted to ask.
I sighed and said, "She said that if she continued, she'd have complete confidence in retrieving the Primordial Qi."
"Is that so..." Zhao Qian sighed as well and said, "Brother Tian, destiny turns in cycles. To live is simply to look forward to meeting again."
"You're right." I sat down on the steps outside the side hall and gazed at the Taiyin Star in the sky, becoming somewhat lost in thought. If everything truly went through reincarnation, then striving to live and hoping to meet again really was life's greatest conviction. To meet my masters