Can Borrowing Strength Borrow Natal Dharma?

Ye Jianwei turned back. Though she could not see, she could sense Spiritual Power leaking from the side of the Divine Son Hall.

"With such a huge commotion, Young Master is probably tinkering with some new method again."

As she spoke, she was just about to take a step.

But a figure at her side had already darted out ahead of her.

It was Qin Zhaoer.

Her white dress flashed past. The girl who had just stubbornly claimed it had nothing to do with her said nothing, merely staring in that direction as she broke into a run.

Ye Jianwei paused slightly, then the corners of her lips curved upward.

Sure enough, the Eighth Young Master was still the same as before.

A faint scorched smell already drifted through the wind.

It was fine.

It was fine.

This was the Immortal Court, not that world anymore.

As Qin Zhaoer ran all the way there, she kept repeating those words in her heart.

Yet her steps still quickened of their own accord.

She was too afraid.

Afraid of losing him again.

That feeling... was awful.

Truly awful.

Qin Wangchuan would never know that after his death, the jujube tree he had cursed for so long would be buried alongside him.

Nor would he have imagined what kind of days Qin Zhaoer had endured.

At first, she had still put on a brave front.

What was so terrible about it?

He had merely gone on ahead by one step.

How embarrassing would it be to cry and fuss over something like this?

I can still live well.

But later, she realized that feeling was harder to bear than death itself.

Everywhere she went felt empty. She could not stay anywhere for even a moment.

In the end.

She had not managed to