"You don't have to wait for me anymore. I already have a Dao companion."
Mo Zhu's cool voice reached your ears. You had waited for her for seven years. Seven years. She had returned, yet upon returning, she left behind only those cold words.
The moment you heard them, your heart split apart, as if something had shattered.
"Why?"
Your throat was dry and hoarse. You could not believe it. Deep down, you still clung to a sliver of hope—what if Mo Zhu had misspoken, or what if you had heard wrong?
Seeing you like this, Mo Zhu gave a cold laugh.
"I am now an immortal high above all others. And you? You are a mortal, a worthless mortal. My lifespan is limitless. As my cultivation grows, I will become deathless and indestructible."
"And you? You may still be young now, but in ten years, a hundred years, you will already have become a heap of yellow earth, while I will remain peerlessly radiant."
"Find yourself a mortal wife and live out the rest of your life properly. We are destined to belong to two different worlds."
"I came here only to sever my last thread of mortal attachment."
After saying this coldly, Mo Zhu turned and left, giving you no chance to explain yourself. You watched her retreating figure and stood there blankly, unable for a time to say anything.
Though a thousand words churned within your heart, when they reached your lips, not a single one could be spoken.
You stood there for an entire day. Throughout it, villagers continuously pointed at you and whispered among themselves. Listening to their discussions, you felt only that this world was so cold.
So icy cold.
Mo Zhu was gone, and the last trace of warmth in your heart vanished