The Great Fire burned in the Taoist Saint Hall for three days and three nights.
On the fourth day, Taiyi was drenched by a torrential downpour. The rain extinguished the blaze, leaving only charred stone pillars and scorched timber. When Yu Sui emerged from Wujian Mountain Abyss and returned to the Taoist Saint Hall, the same burned landscape greeted her. For a moment, she almost wondered if she had really left the Abyss.
Everything before her that should have been familiar had become strange.
Sage Chang Gen had already left the Taoist Saint Hall. The downpour had yet to let up. Yu Sui stepped up the remaining stone steps and stood at the broken edge, gazing at the Saint Hall Main Hall, collapsed into ruins.
The place that had once brought her peace and ease was gone.
Though it had been brief, it had left a deep impression on her, a memory she would never forget for the rest of her life.
So many feelings in this world were like the ruins before her. No matter how profound and intense they had once been, they could all be destroyed in an instant.
Mei Chengyu had more memories here than Yu Sui did, and they ran deeper. They were tied not only to Sage Chang Gen, but to Yu Sui as well. Yet when he destroyed the Taoist Saint Hall, he hadn't hesitated in the slightest.
They were alike. When they stopped wanting something, they threw it all away.
Yu Sui descended the long steps, lowering her gaze to study the charred apricot tree. The downpour washed over the ruins, turning the water flowing across the ground black with ash.
She thought of the jars of Apricot Blossom Wine in her room. She hadn't expected that to be the first time