Zhu Hanwei had learned much of what he knew about Su Shi'er and Shen Miaoyin only afterward. The rest he had pieced together himself.
For a thousand years, Su Shi'er had been trying to find Shen Miaoyin. That much was fact.
In the Yun Ge Sect, or even across the entire Cultivation World, no one had taken a greater interest in her whereabouts.
The two were close. That was beyond dispute.
"Su Shi'er... the person closest to me?"
Shen Miaoyin murmured softly, her body swaying. The name stirred an even stronger sense of familiarity.
Yet her mind remained blank. The harder she tried to remember, the more a searing pain pierced the depths of her soul.
"Haa..."
She let out a long breath and forced herself to stop thinking about it.
As the inexplicable pain faded, Shen Miaoyin turned toward the Wangshu Sword on her back.
The sword lay still, its spirit deep in slumber.
Unable to ask the sword spirit for more, she turned her gaze to Su Shi'er's Immortal Body, whose life force was barely perceptible.
Something about his face looked familiar, sending ripples through her once-calm heart.
After studying him for a moment, Shen Miaoyin shook her head.
"He had already embarked on the path of a Loose Immortal. Now his injuries have damaged his very source."
"In his current state, not even a great immortal could save him, let alone me!"
Her voice was cool, her thoughts clear.
Yet as she said it, a faint sorrow inexplicably settled over her heart.
"Then... is there truly no..."
Zhu Hanwei tried to press on. He was not ready to give up so easily.
Before he could finish, Su Shi'er, whose life force had dwindled to almost nothing, reached out and tugged at his robe.
"Brother Zhu, don't waste