"Xiangxiang, look, a holy war is breaking out over there! In the direction of the Vermilion Bird Vein?"
"I'm watching..."
"Heavens, is this what they mean by 'at Ghost Gate, gods are called gods'? That man is way too fierce! Is that divine soul body over there a Holy Emperor?"
"It's only one strand of his thought-incarnation..."
"That's still incredibly strong! A Demi-Saint fighting a Holy Emperor... sob, why am I getting a little moved watching this? I really want to cry, sob..."
"Yan'er, I should go..."
Xiangxiang looked at the girl before her, who had suddenly lost control and was crying like a pear blossom drenched in rain. She rubbed her head and said through slight sobs, "If anyone comes looking for you later, just tell them what you saw. There's no need to reveal your speculations about me. And learn to refuse; learn to make use of your identity as a trial participant. That Dao Hall Master knows everything. Seeing you is merely a procedure—he won't make things difficult for a junior like you."
"Sob, Xiangxiang, where are you going..."
"You're not stupid, and I won't blindly overestimate myself." Xiangxiang smiled and turned to leave. "Sorry. Though our meeting was fated, I can't give you anything to protect yourself with. That would bind you to me. I'll just wish you smooth entry into the Holy Palace!"
"Xiangxiang..."
Yan'er cried until she could no longer speak, watching her sister-in-arms turn into a wisp of fragrance and vanish.
In truth, she understood everything.
If she had merely harbored suspicions before, still deceiving herself—
Then when the words "Hungry Ghost Path" exploded from afar and reached the Vermilion Bird Vein, that had all but confirmed her suspicions as fact.
Xiangxiang was far too mysterious.
After traveling together for only a short