In the energy-rich Small Valley, Xiao Yan and Xiao Yi Xian spent another stretch of peaceful days together. Although they had lived together here for a time several years ago, things were different now. Both had changed considerably in temperament, so the way they interacted was no longer quite the same.
During the day, Xiao Yan sat on the Green Lotus Seat, quietly cultivating his Dou Qi and continuing to nurture the Bone Spirit Cold Flame's affinity for him, while Xiao Yi Xian studied the scroll of the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture. Neither disturbed the other. At night, they sat beside the campfire and shared their thoughts.
Xiao Yi Xian was still a young woman in the bloom of youth, an age when curiosity ran high, and she yearned to learn about all sorts of things across the continent. As it happened, Xiao Yan had wandered the continent alone for hundreds of years in his previous life, experiencing countless events, great and small. He picked out some of the more interesting ones, altered a few details, and told them to Xiao Yi Xian as stories.
Naturally, Xiao Yan mentioned the Heavenly Poison Woman while telling his stories. When Xiao Yi Xian heard that she, too, had possessed the Woeful Poison Body, she listened with particular attention. After Xiao Yan finished recounting the Heavenly Poison Woman's fate, Xiao Yi Xian sighed. "That Heavenly Poison Woman... she really was pitiful."
"You think she was pitiful?" Xiao Yan glanced at her and asked.
"Yes. She lived all alone right to the end, without a single friend by her side. Only that Demon Wrath Venerable seemed to share any affection with her, but he was her enemy." Xiao Yi Xian sighed, seemingly reminded of what her own circumstances might have been had she never met