The disappearance of White Horse Temple had not left it deserted; rather, not a trace of White Horse Temple remained within sight.
This disappearance was simply unacceptable to Jiuxiao and Qiong Luo. The visual shock made both their hearts race, especially Qiong Luo, who began to feel that even Jiuxiao beside her was no longer quite real.
"If we can't get out, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Qiong Luo looked at Jiuxiao and asked. Jiuxiao glanced at her without speaking, merely searching carefully for something.
"Sincerity moves the spirits." Jiuxiao's words came abruptly, as though he were talking to himself.
"Perhaps you will never understand me. When I was ten, I was sold into a brothel to serve tea and run errands. When I was fifteen, a crowd watched as I was violated. At sixteen, I was redeemed for the first time. That man beat me for an entire year. The only day he did not beat me was the day he lost his life in a wager. But I was free, so I smiled. At seventeen, I traded myself for a piece of meat, yet that butcher traded me away for a cow. For the first time, I felt worse than livestock. At eighteen, I finally saved enough money to buy myself a house. I thought I could live properly from then on, but a serious illness left me with nothing again. At nineteen, I thought nothing mattered more than money. Only money could make me feel safe. But I was wrong again, because I had no friends—not a single one. I began to reflect on myself. All these years, I had never done anything bad, yet not one hardship of the human world had spared me. The human world is wonderful, but in my next life, I'm