The bitter wind had ceased, and the snowflakes had vanished.
Wang Xian sat cross-legged beneath an old tree. He glanced at the heaps of white bones scattered all around and the pool of spring water nearby, which gave off wisps of demonic aura, then curled his lip.
In the void, Wuyue awoke from her slumber. Her eyes reddened for no reason, and she fell silent.
Wang Xian glanced at her and smiled. "Don't cry. You're acting like a woman!"
Wuyue froze.
But I am a woman. If it weren't for you, why would I be crying?
Wang Xian laughed, his laughter bright and carefree.
Suddenly, he thought of their first meeting in Hundred Flowers Valley, and of the fleeting bloom he'd first encountered amid the desert sands. Thinking of Wuyue, who had lost her body to others' schemes, he felt a pang of sorrow.
He thought of the promise he'd made to the woman before him.
Thankfully, it wasn't too late. Thinking back over everything he'd been through, even his master, Old Zhang, probably wouldn't have dreamed that he could help an immortal Divine Soul that had lost its body reforge one.
Seeing Wang Xian laughing so happily, Wuyue's heart gradually settled. She murmured, "Why have you pushed yourself so hard all this way?"
Wang Xian smiled. "Didn't we agree? You helped me in Hundred Flowers Valley... so I'd help you restore your body. If I didn't push myself, what else could I do?"
He paused, considering for a moment, then continued, "Even if I assume the worst, and somehow turn into a little demon king in the end, as long as I survive, that doesn't sound so bad, does it?"
Wuyue looked at him, guilt written across her face.
She murmured, "In Hundred Flowers Valley, I only did you