A Missile Fell from the Sky

She had already warned him how grave the consequences would be.

Yet he had still plucked out one of his precious Heavenly Star Tears, severing his own path of cultivation with his own hands...

For a moment, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess's emotions surged.

She marveled at his genius, mourned the path he had lost, and had no words for his foolishness...

"I'm sorry!"

The Thousand-Spirit Saintess looked at his face. "You're apologizing to me?"

"Yes. In this world, only two people had high hopes for my cultivation. You're one of them," Lin Xiaosu said. "I let you down, so I owe you an apology."

"Two people? Who's the other?"

"Blue Demon. She's the only one who knows everything," Lin Xiaosu said.

The Thousand-Spirit Saintess breathed out softly. "The person you wanted to save was Changye, wasn't she?"

"Yes!"

"She was... She was that important to you!" The Thousand-Spirit Saintess had begun with a question, then turned it into a declaration halfway through.

Because this was no longer something she needed to ask. She could only marvel at it.

How could someone he had dragged back at the cost of his cultivation path not be important? She was the most important person of all!

"I think being human means still having certain lines you won't cross," Lin Xiaosu said. "I couldn't watch her die in front of me... and do nothing."

"'Once you step onto the path of cultivation, all worldly bonds are gone.' There's a reason that saying became an iron law among cultivators. Perhaps they aren't truly without feeling. Perhaps they simply don't dare feel too deeply, because they know that if they hold on to those feelings, they'll make the wrong choice when the time comes."

"What makes a choice right or wrong?" Lin Xiaosu looked toward the horizon.