She missed her family too.
"Ye Yun, do you trust your master?"
Xiaoyao let out a sigh. He knew his disciple's greatest heartache as well. If this knot in her heart was not untied, it would surely become a heart demon someday.
But this was a knot that his disciple had to untie herself. All he could do was comfort her as much as possible, or give her some confidence and goals.
"Of course I trust you, Master. In this world, you're the one I trust most."
Ye Yun patted Xiaoyao on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Xiaoyao did not react to Ye Yun's disrespectful gesture. He merely continued speaking to himself.
"Ye Yun, remember this: once you become powerful enough, you can bring the dead back to life. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the rules of heaven and earth."
"But as long as you become stronger than the rules of heaven and earth, you can shatter those rules and bring all who have died back into this world."
After Xiaoyao finished, Ye Yun fell silent.
"Master, I know, but... how long would it take to become that powerful?"
Ye Yun shook her head. To become powerful to that extent, how much bitterness and hardship would she have to endure along the way? And cultivation required luck, potential, and talent—none could be lacking.
She did not have that kind of confidence.
"You only need to know that, step by step, you must become stronger until you become the strongest."
"Don't look too far ahead. At every realm, set a goal for yourself, but don't make it too grand. If your goal is too great, it will strike at your confidence."
Xiaoyao spoke with a smile, his eyes flickering as though he were thinking of something.
"Master, can