"He's rattled. He's really rattled."
Little Ji delivered her scathing verdict on Meng Chuan's sudden departure.
"Why bring all that up?" Jiang Daoran calmly took a sip of tea.
"Brother Meng must know what he's doing. We shouldn't worry about it."
"Ah." Ji Lianxing could not help sighing. "I miscalculated. If I'd known, I would have dragged Qingyue to the Dao Realm by force and made sure she survived."
"She was stubborn, and Meng Chuan was too rational."
Ji Lianxing wore a worried frown. She badly wanted her friend brought back to life.
But she had to admit that Meng Chuan had made sense. Qingyue had made her own choices and charted the course of her own life.
Someone who had chosen to let nature take its course and pass away naturally—would she truly want to be brought back now, to return to the world once more?
Back then, Qingyue had wanted to pass away naturally rather than defy Heaven to live on. She had let go of everything, leaving it all to scatter on the wind and be buried in history.
If they brought her back now, could she accept everything once she learned what had happened?
After all, from her perspective, there had been only void after her death. She had experienced none of what followed. Bringing her back would be like picking up her life at the moment she passed away.
For her, everything would change. It would be as though she had never died.
That would go against her wishes.
And compared to back then, the world now would be even more unfamiliar to her.
She had chosen to leave the world she once knew. This utterly unfamiliar world now...
The more Ji Lianxing thought about it, the more torn she became. She did not know