"Fellow Daoist Lu, what do you think? Should we go after Sister Luo Qing?" Madam Huaying watched Luo Qing disappear and, worried, turned to Lu Xiaotian.
But Lu Xiaotian did not answer. His gaze rested on the boundless void. With Luo Qing's departure, the stirring he had felt back in the Foundation Establishment Realm seemed to gradually fade away. He did not resent Luo Qing; in fact, he had already accepted her. It was just that after cultivating the Nine Saints' Clear Heart Mooncloud Sword Dao for so long, the shattering of her Dao Heart had cost her a large part of her strength, leaving her with no hope of forming a Nascent Soul.
Yet after Luo Qing formed her Nascent Soul, her cultivation rose and she delved ever deeper into the Dao. She had become a completely different person from before.
Her black hair was severed; so too the threads of affection.
All her sorrows had become things of the past.
The eight sword beads and the flying swords forged from sword embryos all gave a soft hum, descending from the sky to hover around Lu Xiaotian.
The sword formation his secondary Primordial Spirits had been operating seemed, at this moment, to have finally filled that gap.
Before returning to Moonwatch, he had still held some attachment to old acquaintances in Soaring Heavens Palace and to Moonwatch itself. After coming back, he had felt sorrow over Su Qing and Wu Yan's deaths. He had also lamented Luo Qian's deep devotion and prematurely graying hair. He had felt a quiet resignation over the lack of news about Dongfang Yi, and pity for Luo Qing, who had lost everything, devoted herself to revenge, and entered the Sword Dao of Severed Emotion.
Now, after watching Luo Qing swing her sword and sever