Dust-laden wind invited the moon to break old boughs; the midnight moon sighed that the night was ill-timed.
Watching distant blossoms follow the river sun, it was not too late to journey together to Peach Mountain.
The promise those two Difficult Realm elders of Ten Thousand Swords Pass had made to visit Peach Mountain together had already become a thing of the past. They could never wander Peach Mountain together again.
Their aged bodies could hold out no longer.
That rather easygoing gray-robed elder had died outside the pass formation, using his own death to clear an empty space beyond the breach.
Everyone retreated inside the formation and gazed at that killing ground beyond the pass, their hearts filled with grief.
The Beast Tide seemed impossible to slaughter to the last. At this rate, the Border Pass would surely fall.
But now the entire Border Pass was defending its passes. No one could come to reinforce them, and they seemed unable to see any hope.
Covered in wounds, Hong Shi staggered to his feet and stood beneath the gateway.
"What a pity. I haven't had enough fun with the young master's Wind-Summoning and Rain-Calling Art yet..."
He looked at the sheet of Teleportation Talisman Paper Su Mo had left him, then carefully tucked it back into his robes.
That talisman paper connected to Peach Mountain, as though it had become something he could not bear to leave.
Beside him, the woman and the Daoist leaned against each other, their gazes calm.
"You still haven't married me..." the woman said.
The Daoist shook his head. "We didn't die last time. We agreed I would marry you after we died."
"Liar," the woman scolded.
The Daoist scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
The woman glanced at the Daoist and spoke,