Yet she never managed to see that day.
As their investigation continued, Si Que grew increasingly silent. Sometimes he locked himself in his room for a long time without saying a word.
Until one morning, Si Que disappeared.
When she next heard news of Si Que, he had become a monk.
Gu Ningyun was undoubtedly bewildered when she first learned of it.
She had gone to Zen Sound Temple to look for Si Que, time and time again, but all that answered her was endless silence.
Later, she could no longer even see him.
After that, Gu Ningyun came to the Yin River Continent.
If Si Que had been the welcome surprise in her life during those ten years, then Lie Wushuang was the unexpected turn her life had taken thus far.
She was a very strange female cultivator.
Gu Ningyun still remembered the Immortal Gathering Feast a hundred years ago. It had clearly been their first meeting, yet the girl seemed born with hostility toward her, finding fault with her at every turn.
Fortunately, none of it amounted to anything serious.
When the Immortal Gathering Feast ended, she thought their paths would never cross again, only to find herself repeatedly encountering Lie Wushuang in various secret realms and places she traveled through.
Of course, whenever Lie Wushuang saw her, the first thing out of her mouth was mockery. Gu Ningyun had scarcely ever heard a kind word from her. Had she not been so good-tempered, she would surely have fallen out with her long ago.
The ties between people truly were wondrous.
Although Lie Wushuang always set herself against her, whenever she saw people harboring ill intentions toward Gu Ningyun, she immediately drove them away from her side.
She was like a cat with its fur bristling, protecting what