Huo Yun had never seen Qi Song like this, anguished, lost, and helpless.
In the end, he raised his sword and made the decision for him. He had thought Qi Song would blame him, hate him, but Qi Song did nothing in the end. He merely crouched there, staring at Ying Cen's corpse.
Only after a long time did he stagger to his feet. Huo Yun heard him say, "Thank you. Let's go."
His voice was very soft, so soft that a breath of wind seemed enough to scatter it into the air.
Five years was not a long time for a cultivator, but for Qi Song, who had only recently left home, it had been long enough. Throughout his life, Qi Song had believed in treating others kindly and seldom killed. This was also the first time someone important to him had died before his eyes.
Despite all the mistakes she had made, despite her not being a good person, she was still someone he had once accepted.
Su Jiu cast Qi Song a sidelong glance. She thought he would probably need a long time to recover.
When they left the clinic, Qi Song chose to seal it shut, locking all the memories of the past inside.
After Ying Cen died, Lan Fang Ziyi picked up her Storage Bag. Though they had initially held little hope, they unexpectedly discovered quite a few clues inside.
As expected of a Personal Disciple. Even without being involved in certain matters, the information she possessed was beyond anything an ordinary disciple could match.
"You mean this marks the location of the Immortal Pool Spring?" Looking at the small piece of cloth in his hand, Lan Fang Ziyi found himself full of questions.
What exactly had these two extraordinary figures from the Azure