A wave of heat washed over them.
Xiao Xi'er sat on the ground, looking at the young girl in her arms.
So thin. So small.
That was what Xiao Xi'er thought.
The warmth gradually faded, and Chanchan's corpse in her arms grew ever colder.
The Martial Spring Realm cultivators merely watched Xiao Xi'er from afar. Not one of them dared approach rashly.
Although they were still utterly bewildered, unable to understand why Deacon Xiao had suddenly come to blows with Elder Yue, every one of those cultivators had heard Yue Chan's form of address for Xiao Xi'er loud and clear.
Traitor.
Xiao Xi'er gazed at Chanchan in her arms, her eyes somewhat vacant.
Her thoughts had long since drifted away.
Back to when she had only just joined the Luoling Sect, when she first met Chanchan and saw how lively and adorable the young girl was.
Bit by bit, drop by drop.
Then Xiao Xi'er's thoughts drifted even farther into the past.
Back then, she had still been in the imperial palace of the Great Yan Dynasty.
She had been the carefree Princess Mingxi.
Mischievous and vivacious.
That had once been everyone's impression of her.
Thinking back on it now, she truly had been that way.
But...
Why had things turned out like this?
She had set foot upon the Path of Immortality and walked step by step to where she was now—what, in the end, had she gained?
A jumble of footsteps drew nearer from afar.
Xiao Xi'er raised her head dully. More than a dozen Luoling Sect cultivators had arrived, none of them wearing a red strip of cloth around their right arm.
At their head were three Qi Sea Realm cultivators.
They came respectively from the Main Peak, Lingshan Peak, and Feather Peak.
"Gan traitor, die!"
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