Night fell, and the air gradually cooled.
Ever since the Blood-colored Demonic Saber had appeared last night and absorbed that blood-red orb, it had not appeared again.
Lin Shuguang gave it a little thought, then put it out of his mind.
After all, it was an ancient relic that had existed for who knew how many years. How could its intentions be so easily guessed from its actions?
As the night deepened, Lin Shuguang stopped cultivating, turned off the light, and went to bed.
Soon, his breathing grew long and steady, and he fell asleep.
Strangely, he had a dream that night.
The dream was incredibly real, and it spanned several hundred years...
The young Swordsman wore a cold, stern expression. In the pouring rain, he climbed the Demon Slaying Platform step by step, exchanging a distant look with the White-Robed Woman holding an umbrella on the steps.
"What are you doing here?" His gaze was calm.
The White-Robed Woman, who looked so frail in the pouring rain, bit her lip. In the end, she mustered the courage to speak. "That year in the Heavenly Palace, you said you would take me wherever you went. I waited two hundred years for you. I don't want to wait another two hundred."
The young Swordsman reached the Demon Slaying Platform and stood before her. After a moment, he withdrew his calm gaze and looked elsewhere without a word.
The White-Robed Woman took a deep breath, tightening her grip on the umbrella handle. "Whether you believe it or not, no one in this world understands you better than I do... Our fates are already entwined, from our past lives to this one. Even in my next life, I'll still love you."
She extended her hand and said softly, "Take me with you.