Jin Shui looked at the token from the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, a hint of regret rising between his brows as he sighed quietly to himself.
Tian Feixue rushed toward the Primordial Era carrying a heart full of obsession; while her sincerity was genuine, such a wish would likely be hard to fulfill.
Even if she advanced in cultivation and crossed the heavens to reach the side of Dao Venerable, it would probably only end up as a mirage in the mirror and the moon in the water.
Yet, upon second thought, he gently shook his head again.
Cultivators in this world each had their own Dao, their own obsessions and pursuits.
Tian Feixue was willing to let down the massive foundation she had built with her own hands in the Sin Domain and gamble her own future to rush into the distant lands—this was the path she chose herself.
Even if outsiders saw through it clearly, they had no way to interfere, let alone increase their worries for naught.
A very light sigh spilled from Jin Shui's throat, and as he looked at Yue Ying beside him with her complex expression, he spoke slowly, his tone carrying a trace of melancholy:
"I understand Big Brother Xuan Qing quite well; he is single-mindedly seeking the Great Dao, and his romantic sentiments are faint."
"With Fellow Daoist Feixue harboring such thoughts as she heads to the Primordial Era, it will likely be hard for her to fulfill the wish in her heart."
At this point, he waved his hand again, suppressing that bit of lingering regret in his heart:
"Still, enough is enough. Everyone has a Dao they must pursue; success or failure is entirely her own fortune, so why should we outsiders add unnecessary worry and sorrow for it?"
Hearing this,