Kind-Hearted and Peace-Loving

Outside Moqiao Village, the red-clad figure stood quietly. Beside him, Yin'er held a skewer of tanghulu, taking small bites.

Within the village, the woman in blue and white robes was busy at work. A thin sheen of sweat lay on her beautiful face. Compared to before, she had lost some of her chilliness and gained more of the mortal world's air.

The White Flood Dragon, who had cultivated for a thousand years and taken human form as a Demon Venerable, had finally begun to gradually blend into this human world after Marquis of Knowing Fate had sent her into the word "forget."

"Would White Sister still remember us, Ning Chen?" After finishing her tanghulu, Yin'er raised her little head and asked sweetly.

Ning Chen shook his head. "It will be difficult. But whether she can remember or not is no longer important. Perhaps this is the best outcome for her now."

The White Flood Dragon had never liked conflict, yet hatred had driven her to flood Golden Buddha Temple, bringing disaster upon the living beings for a hundred miles around. Now that she could forget the past and help rebuild Moqiao Village, which had been destroyed in that calamity, it could be considered atonement for the wrongs she had committed.

The two stood outside Moqiao Village for half a day. When the blazing sun rose overhead, Ning Chen glanced at the little girl beside him and said, "Let's go."

"We're not saying goodbye to White Sister in person?" Yin'er asked in confusion.

"No."

Ning Chen said softly, "We cannot disturb her life anymore. It is enough to see that she is well. Let's go."

With that, Ning Chen no longer lingered. Holding the little girl's hand, he turned and left.

Yin'er reluctantly looked back several times, but in the end,