"..."
After leaving the remote little city, Su Yueli traveled through the air, racing across the clouds.
Little Black had shrunk into a miniature form beside her, listlessly sprawled across her shoulder with its ears drooping and its great bell-like eyes full of dejection.
Sensing Little Black's low spirits, Su Yueli slowed down. She reached out to gently stroke its hard scales and comforted it softly. "What is it? Does your heart hurt?"
Little Black rubbed against her palm and let out a low whimper.
After all, Gu Chen had been the crown prince of its original Household—its former master, in a sense.
Yet now, its old master stood before it, but neither recognized the other. Its former homeland had become nothing more than a cold, desolate grave. Naturally, it did not feel well.
"The years gone by are already gone," Su Yueli said gently. "From now on, you have me."
Little Black looked up at her, a trace of dependence flashing through its eyes. It gave a low roar, and only then did its expression improve slightly as it curled back around her shoulder.
After soothing Little Black, Su Yueli turned her thoughts back to cultivation.
The path to the Fifteenth Realm had never been walked before and would never be walked again. She was feeling her way through utter darkness.
Though the Immortal Dao and martial arts ultimately led to the same destination by different paths, how exactly was she supposed to shatter that bottleneck and break through?
Could it be that she needed to find somewhere to enter seclusion for a hundred years or so?
Su Yueli shook her head inwardly.
Blindly remaining in seclusion might not necessarily reveal the path to a breakthrough. Besides, if she truly secluded herself for a century, Motian Xing, the Demon