Gu Yuanqing fell silent for a moment and was about to speak.
Xiang Feng'er suddenly interrupted him. "Mr. Gu, there is no need to comfort me. Having lived so many years, I have long since had enough and seen through it all. There is no need to say anything more, either. Perhaps there are some things I would be better off not knowing!"
A breeze blew past. Xiang Feng'er tucked her windblown hair behind her ear and looked up at Horizon, where a bird swept through the air.
She smiled and continued, "Though that is rather like deceiving myself. Hundreds of years ago, when the Red Moon appeared and the city fell into chaos, quite a few scenes began surfacing in my mind. Even if I refused to admit it or think too deeply about it, I still had some suspicions. But if no one exposes the truth and I can die as Xiang Feng'er, that would be the best ending for me."
At this, she bowed gracefully to Gu Yuanqing and said softly, "Please grant me death, sir!"
"Feng'er!" A stern shout rang out, and a Silver-Haired Elder appeared. He glanced at Xiang Feng'er, then turned his solemn gaze toward Gu Yuanqing.
Xiang Feng'er straightened and looked at the elder, smiling. "Father, your cultivation is deeper, so you must have sensed more than I have. You must also know that this is what I seek. And in truth, is it not what you wish for as well?"
Gu Yuanqing had already noticed the elder. Or rather, he had never deliberately concealed his presence completely when he came here, because there was no need.
The Silver-Haired Elder said gravely, "He is an enemy of our Great Wei Divine Dynasty!"
Xiang Feng'er asked softly, "Does that matter?"
The Silver-Haired Elder fell