When Wu Kunlun brought up how Saunders had ambushed Xu Xingyun years ago, everyone fell silent, their spirits sinking.
Xu Xingyun herself, however, seemed to have made peace with it long ago.
That gentle smile remained on her face, as though Wu Kunlun were talking about someone else.
She patted his tense arm and said softly,
"It's been so many years. Why bring it up now?"
Her gaze passed over her fellow disciples, who were indignant on her behalf, then turned to Su Ye and Xiao Qiyue. Her voice was calm and content.
"I've actually been very lucky. We live in the Divine Realm, where attacks by the Demon Race are all too common. As Master's disciple, I had a Divine Core he'd carefully chosen for me. It let me break through to King at a critical moment, gave me the strength to fight, and saved my life. I'm much luckier than many others."
"And the Illusion Dream Godhead Master chose for me is powerful and suits me well. It's deepened my mastery of Illusion Techniques and the spiritual arts. The Divine Realm has many Kings, but how many throughout history have ever reached the Heavenly King Realm? I've come this far and can protect the people I want to protect. That's more than enough for me."
Her openhearted gentleness only made Su Ye and the others ache for her more—and admire her more, too.
Xu Xingyun clearly had no wish to dwell on such a heavy subject. Her beautiful eyes shifted to Su Ye and Xiao Qiyue.
A teasing glint appeared in them as she deftly changed the subject.
"Come to think of it, seeing you two like this... I've suddenly figured something out."
Xu Xingyun looked at their joined hands, her smile growing brighter.
"We all thought Little