The familiar immortal figure in a black dress was sitting there quietly with her knees drawn up, her face buried deep in the crook of her arms.
The surging black light and demonic aura around her, which had seemed capable of stirring the myriad Daos into resonance at any moment, now appeared somewhat dim and disordered. It no longer possessed that perfect sense of gathering momentum before release.
What made Tianling's heart tighten even more was—
At that moment, she keenly noticed that Li Qingjue's shoulders were trembling slightly, and on the portion of her face exposed beyond her folded arms—
Several lingering tear tracks had yet to dry.
Suiren... was gone...
What had happened?
Thoughts raced through Tianling's mind. She swiftly rose to her feet and approached Li Qingjue with light steps that carried a barely perceptible urgency.
"Little girl..."
Tianling crouched down, her voice gentle.
She could sense the extreme instability of Li Qingjue's aura at that moment.
That helplessness and confusion had nearly solidified into something tangible, making her utterly unlike the decisive, ruthless, lonely figure she usually was.
Hearing her, Li Qingjue did not respond. She only buried her face more deeply, as though she wished to hide herself away completely.
Seeing this, Tianling's brows drew together slightly.
Her gaze swept over the surroundings, and after confirming that Tan Lin was not within that minor world either—
She pondered briefly before speaking again, her tone filled with concern and a hint of probing.
"Little girl, Suiren is gone? Did something happen between you two...? If something happened, you must tell me. He went out alone, and if something were to..."
Since it concerned her master's safety and any unforeseen variables—
Li Qingjue finally reacted.
She slowly raised her head, revealing a peerlessly beautiful face so pale