Jiang Feng left, while Rong Luo held back all the gods who tried to pursue him. Behind her, however, was a sea of flames, and many gods had already been buried within it.
Standing on the path from the God Court to the Lower Realm, the red-dressed woman's fiery red hair streamed in the wind. Her silky red dress clung tightly to her figure beneath the cool breeze, its crimson lines outlining the most perfect and harmonious curves in the world.
She gazed toward the Lower Realm. No one knew how long she had been looking until a sword-wielding woman appeared at her side.
"Sister... he's gone..."
Rong Luo still did not withdraw her gaze. Those words—"He's gone"—contained far too much.
"He was always going to leave." Cuo Zhi gently drew her little sister into her arms.
"He's so foolish." Rong Luo murmured in her sister's embrace.
"Mm. I know."
"He's so weak."
"Mm."
"What will he do if he gets bullied?"
"What will he do if he gets deceived?"
"He said he was going to find that girl, but girls are the best liars. What if she toys with him?"
"What if that girl doesn't recognize him? What if she falls for someone else? He'll be heartbroken."
In her sister's arms, Rong Luo asked question after question, worry overflowing from her voice.
As her elder sister, Cuo Zhi could only gently stroke the tips of her hair, unsure how to answer. The sisters gazed into the distance together, remaining silent for a long, long time.
"Sister, will he forget us?" After who knew how long, Rong Luo spoke again. The trepidation in her voice was heartrending.
"He won't." Cuo Zhi answered, her eyes gentle as ripples on a lake. "Xiao Feng said he would never forget us. Xiao Feng...