Li Sinian's expression and bearing had changed as well. Her face held neither sorrow nor joy, only solemn dignity.
Her pale-pink gown fluttered and danced in the wind, as though a gust might carry that clever, delicate young lady away into the sky.
Li Mu Yang finally noticed that something was wrong with his sister and called out, "Sinian."
Cui Xiaoxin felt that Li Mu Yang's way of addressing Li Sinian was inappropriate and sounded rather odd. But when she noticed Li Sinian's expression, she too could not help being startled.
To become a god or fall into demonhood—it all depended on a single thought.
Li Sinian had entered this realm of infatuation and obsession. If she made even the slightest misstep, she might face danger and have her soul scattered to the winds. That was not a consequence they could afford to bear.
She wanted to call for help, but the only people who could help Li Sinian now were Song Tao and the eminent monks inside Thousand Buddha Temple. They had been seeking the Buddha all this way and were about to reach the summit of White Cloud Mountain. Even if someone ran down to fetch help now, it was probably too late.
Cui Xiaoxin did not cultivate the Martial Path and focused only on scholarship. At her side were merely Tao Hong, Liu Lü, and two coachmen; she did not even have a single person with whom she could discuss the matter.
She was frantic with worry, yet dared not disturb Li Sinian's state of mind. She feared that instead of helping, she would make things worse and push Sinian into the demonic path.
Seeing that their young mistress was frantic, Tao Hong and Liu Lü did not know how to comfort her. Even now, they still