"So you were really that comfortable letting him go alone?"
"He's not a child. It's not like he can't figure something like this out."
Yao Wan then turned to look at her ancestor. Now that she understood everything that had happened to her, she was no longer as quick to question her choices as before.
...After all, she had been plotted against for tens of thousands of years after her death. It was hardly something she could be blamed for.
"The Fire Spirit Clan, huh? You're just letting him go?"
"It's not the first time he's done something like this. Let him do as he pleases."
Feeling the gentle spring breeze within the Sumeru Realm, she rose to her feet.
"Oh, right. Perfect timing."
"Mm?"
"Since you have nothing to do now, and your lifelong wish has been fulfilled, there's something I'd like to leave to you."
"You're as fond of ordering people around as ever. Go on, what do you want me to do?"
Facing Yao Wan, the Yao Emperor shrugged. Though she said that, she did not actually resent Yao Wan assigning her something to do. If anything, it would ease the guilt in her heart somewhat.
Although Yao Wan had said nothing and the Buddha Lord had not blamed her, she still could not accept that she had been used by her inner demon—even her desire to return to the Buddha Sect had been a seed planted within her.
She had nearly caused everyone's deaths. That crushing guilt naturally weighed upon her heart.
But endlessly blaming herself would accomplish nothing. She might as well do what she could.
"The golden statue has been completely spent after turning into molten gold, but the Buddha Bone still remains in the treasure hall. We have no way to send Spirit