"Hmph! That's more like it."
Only after Fu Hua admitted her mistake did Cang Xiaoxuan finally feel satisfied.
"..."
Watching Cang Xiaoxuan stop nagging, Fu Hua showed no expression on her face, but her heart was filled with warmth.
Immortals were lonely. She knew that no matter how close a friend was, one day they would leave her behind when their lifespan came to an end. So she had avoided worldly affairs and shouldered the burden of protecting Shenzhou alone. The only things that accompanied her were birdsong drifting through the mountains, the sound of flowing water... and a certain doll.
Yet Fu Hua's life was simply too long. So long that even armed dolls would run out of power, while her life showed not the slightest change.
Over the course of Fu Hua's long life, those memories had gradually been buried in the deepest recesses of her mind.
Those familiar figures and the life she had personally experienced had all become foreign. Gradually, she learned to cast aside her emotions, learned solitude, learned how to become an outstanding guardian, and learned... to imprison herself within that so-called "duty."
Though she traveled by night, the dim light did not slow Fu Hua's steps. In Fu Hua's eyes... there was no difference between light and dark in this world.
Even in the pitch-black night, she could still clearly see everything around her.
Fu Hua swiftly took Cang Xiaoxuan through undeveloped mountains, towns, and villages, encountering quite a few yokai that prowled at night along the way.
However, Fu Hua was not one to go looking for trouble. As long as they did not provoke her, and were not utterly unforgivable monsters, she ignored them and continued on her way.
Until... they passed another bamboo grove.
Fu Hua had already passed