"Idiot! Idiot!"
Clad in red, Gu Yu leaned into the wind, holding Su Mo in his arms, his peerlessly beautiful face already covered in glistening tears.
"My Confucian heart is open and upright. How could I be an idiot?" Su Mo murmured, lightly wrapping his arms around Gu Yu's slender waist.
Gu Yu released Su Mo. Looking at his refined face and smiling eyes, he could no longer suppress the surging ripples in his heart.
Gu Yu wrapped his arms tightly around Su Mo and remained silent for a long time.
Su Mo held Gu Yu in silence, saying nothing more either.
The wind seemed to turn mischievous again, stirring the two figures nestled together.
One in red, one in white...
Red robes and long hair fluttered, like a sword returned to its sheath. The white robes bore a leisurely scholarly air, like a brush, like a book.
After a long while... the two sat in each other's arms. Gu Yu gazed up at the silent Ghost Gate of the Divine Realm and sighed softly. "What do we do now?"
Su Mo looked across the boundless Ghost Gate, then looked at Gu Yu and said, "We can still think of something, can't we?"
Gu Yu looked deeply at Su Mo, then nodded.
Just then, a voice reached their ears. It was soft, like someone murmuring to himself, yet also like a confession.
"You want to enter the Divine Realm? I advise you to reconsider. The Divine Realm is uncanny, no place for humans. You'll regret it..."
Su Mo froze, immediately remembering that these were the strange man's words. But right after them came words he had never heard before:
"...But if you must go, I'll go with you!"
Tap... tap...
A figure climbed onto the Altar. His eyes were vacant,