Without interrupting her, Li Su stood there quietly and listened.
Even suicide was preferable to being captured and taken back again. Driven to such lengths, it was impossible to imagine what she had gone through before this.
Qing'er.
The White-Green Snake he had met when he had still been Fahai in A Chinese Ghost Story.
Though those memories had passed long ago, he could still vaguely recall how she had looked when he fed her candy—so innocent and carefree, yet she had tricked her own elder sister into quite a miserable state. The memory still made him smile knowingly. And so, seeing her in such a wretched state now, a flicker of anger rose in Li Su's eyes.
Why was the girl here?
And why had she become like this? Where was her sister?
After the demon race of the Earth Immortal Realm had suddenly launched its all-out offensive, all contact with those among the demon race who had been friendly with humanity had been cut off. Back then, Li Su's cultivation had been too low, and he had been one of the primary targets of pursuit. He had had no energy to spare for anything else.
She cried for a long, long time, with far too much pent-up in her heart.
Li Su kept a gentle expression and showed no impatience, merely reaching out from time to time to wipe away the tears on her face and primordial spirit.
As for the situation here, the six snake demons standing some distance away were strangely well-behaved. They stood utterly still, as though unable to bear disturbing the atmosphere between the two. There was not the slightest sound from them.
Forget breathing—even their heartbeats were nearly inaudible.
Across this vast snow mountain, other than Qing'er's cathartic sobs, there was only the