What Gu Qingshan had said—how could she not have experienced the same things?
She had been exceptionally gifted and breathtakingly beautiful. After her sect was destroyed, she had been left alone, with no one to rely on. She had wandered the world, constantly forced to hide herself. The hardship and suffering she had endured, the blood she had spilled, and the tears she had shed were no less than Gu Qingshan's.
Hundred Flowers Fairy's thoughts drifted. For the first time, she carefully studied the dusty-looking youth before her.
A faint stench clung to the youth. A brief examination told her it came from demons.
A stench like that was surely meant to drive other demons away.
Hundred Flowers Fairy had also emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The stench did not disgust her in the slightest; instead, it made her feel all the more keenly how hard the youth's life had been.
Looking more closely, she saw that his leg was still bleeding. The wound on his waist had been bitten by sharp teeth, while a piece of flesh had been torn from his shoulder by something sharp. Judging by the marks, it might have been the claw of some demon.
Hadn't she herself once come through days just as bleak and wretched?
Besides, the youth had already obtained the inherited sword of her former sect.
Earth Sword's sword spirit could be called half a friend of hers. It had stayed by her side through the hardest days. Could she really just let it go and never concern herself with it again?
Hundred Flowers Fairy's eyes closed briefly. Then she opened them and asked softly, "Would you be willing to join Hundred Flowers Sect?"
Gu Qingshan's heart gave a sudden leap.
That question was the