"That place..." True Person Rong's gaze shifted slightly. "Square Inch Mountain?"
Bai Qingcheng nodded.
True Person Rong frowned. "Why would you go to Square Inch Mountain now?"
Bai Qingcheng's expression darkened. She sighed. "Someone from Square Inch Mountain sent me a letter earlier. They said Little Sister Qing... might..."
Her expression wavered, and she could not go on.
At the mention of "Little Sister Qing," True Person Rong's face grew grave.
Bai Qingcheng sighed. "I met Little Sister Qing while cultivating in Kun Province. We understood each other better than anyone. Even after we grew up and went our separate ways, we kept writing to each other..."
"She inherited Square Inch Mountain's teachings and cultivated Left Path divine arts. She was extraordinarily gifted... but such arts have always been the most dangerous."
"I warned her back then: walk too often by the river, and sooner or later your shoes will get wet. I told her not to delve too deeply or get caught up in those great karmic events..."
Bai Qingcheng gritted her teeth, exasperated. "But that wretched girl is too straightforward. Whenever danger appears, she throws herself at it like a moth into the flames."
"A little over ten years ago, she wrote to tell me she was going to face a great calamity. She didn't know what awaited her. The Old Ancestor even passed the Three Pure Bells down to her for protection..."
True Person Rong's expression changed. "...What calamity?"
Bai Qingcheng shook her head. "I asked, but she couldn't tell me. She said she must not divulge the karma involved. If certain terrifying beings learned of it, everything they'd done would come to nothing. She only wanted to tell me, her elder sister, before she left. She was afraid..."
Afraid that if something went wrong, death would