Li Qu Zhuo's words reminded everyone, and they hurriedly turned their eyes toward Li Mu Chen. But they couldn't tell what was wrong. They only noticed, to their astonishment, that something had changed around her.
Li Mu Chen's eyes were tightly shut, and tears still streamed down her face. No one knew what sorrowful thing she had remembered, but she was clearly in immense pain.
They were standing very close to Li Mu Chen, and could feel an overwhelming sorrow emanating from her body, as if it were about to flood the entire temple!
"Ah~!"
Heavenly Joy Goddess hadn't expected the Little Girl to have anything so heartbreaking in her past. She cried out in alarm, then exclaimed,
"That's impossible!"
"How could a Little Girl like you have something so heartbreaking happen to you?"
"That's impossible. Absolutely impossible!"
But Li Mu Chen seemed to have forgotten Heavenly Joy Goddess's existence, along with everyone else in Potian Temple. Immersed in her own sorrow, she couldn't pull herself out of it.
No one knew what she had encountered in her Sea of Consciousness. Her voice carried grief, despair, and even a hint of bewilderment!
"Aolai mist,
the fragrance of flowers and fruit,
one swing today, and all the demons bow!"
As she recited those words, a Little Girl's sense of grievance seemed to mingle with the overwhelming despair.
But was that grievance born of reverence for the young master of Mount Aolai, or did it mean something else?
Heavenly Joy Goddess loved nothing more than roaming through an ocean of joy. What she hated most was this inexplicable sorrow, surging like a river.
The power of joy made her stronger, while sorrow could reduce her power without limit.
Normally, no one in the circle should have known this secret. She hadn't expected