The Great Dao had no end—this was praise, an ideal, and even more, an expectation.
But was it not also a set of shackles?
After Wuya died, Hua Yunfei felt no emotion at all. Those who committed evil could not live; Wuya's death had been entirely of his own making.
He turned to leave.
Two people suddenly appeared before him.
Hua Yunfei focused his gaze. One of their faces made him pause, surprise appearing on his face.
"What is your name?" Cai'er looked at Hua Yunfei with a smile, seemingly very interested in him.
"Feiyun," Hua Yunfei replied.
"You're lying. You clearly said just now that this wasn't your name." Cai'er pouted. Her large, dark eyes were exceptionally beautiful, and her skin was crystal-clear and lustrous.
"My surname isn't Zi. Feiyun is real," Hua Yunfei said. As he spoke, he deliberately—or perhaps inadvertently—glanced at Fairy Xiaohua beside her again.
"Why do you keep looking at Xiaohua? Am I not pretty?" Cai'er noticed Hua Yunfei's gaze.
"Fairy Xiaohua isn't from around here, is she?" Hua Yunfei took the opportunity to look at Xiaohua and ask.
"No, by a twist of fate, Cai'er kept me here," Fairy Xiaohua said, shaking her head. This was no secret; many people in the Dark World knew it.
"Why are you asking that? Could it be that you know me?"
Fairy Xiaohua blinked. She had a mischievous, lively personality, with a halo enveloping her, making her seem holy and detached from the mortal world.
"Someone from the Immortal World?" Hua Yunfei looked at Fairy Xiaohua with a smile.
"You really know me?"
Fairy Xiaohua was genuinely surprised now. She had never said which world she had cultivated in, and to her, this was a secret known only to Cai'er.
Hua Yunfei nodded.
Cai'er's little mouth formed