Everyone looked at Bu Lianshi. Though these were events from ancient times, she was, after all, a descendant of the Jian Clan. Perhaps only Lin Chuan could understand even a fraction of the suffocating burden of such blood-deep hatred.
"It's okay. We'll face it together." Lin Chuan patted Bu Lianshi's shoulder and pulled her into his embrace.
Bu Lianshi's breathing became somewhat rapid, and her arms around Lin Chuan tightened continuously.
Although Lin Chuan's Maha Clan had also been destroyed because of the Supreme One Clan, he himself had transmigrated here. He did not feel too deeply about the affairs of the cultivation world. When he first learned of it, he had also been saddened and grieved, wanting to tear the Supreme One Clan apart, but in the end, he still lacked that true sense of shared pain.
But Bu Lianshi was different. She had grown up in the cultivation world, and her way of thinking had been shaped by its heritage. Hearing that her ancestors and clan had suffered such a catastrophe, she truly found it difficult—impossible—to remain calm.
Qing Huan watched the scene without offering any comfort. Some burdens could only be borne by oneself; no one else could help.
After a while, Bu Lianshi's emotions steadied. She raised her head toward Qing Huan. "Your Majesty the Heaven Emperor, what should I do when the time comes?"
"You need not worry. Once you enter Moon Wheel Heaven, simply release Jianmu and inject your Wood Spirit power into it. You will naturally sense that blood-red seed. The Supreme One Clan knows nothing of this matter, but they must have guessed that the Jian Clan might have left behind a contingency. As for when to act, you may decide for yourself. However, my suggestion is: the sooner, the better. Otherwise,