Puzzled, Su Mo followed the Demon Sage into the Spirit Sea and came to the banks of the River of Forgetfulness.
The wind blew across the river, lifting their long hair.
"Senior?" Su Mo looked at the Demon Sage in confusion.
The Demon Sage was exceedingly strange at this moment, strange to the extreme. A trace of sorrowful resentment seemed to linger on her face.
The Demon Sage gazed at the boundless River of Forgetfulness, then turned toward Su Mo. "Do you have anything you want to say to me?"
Su Mo was full of questions at her words. "Weren't you the one who came looking for me?"
But after thinking for a moment, Su Mo still replied with great sincerity, "Senior Demon Sage, you've been away for so long. Is everything all right with the Demon Pagoda?"
The Demon Sage looked at Su Mo and sighed softly. "Everything is fine."
"That's good!" Su Mo nodded, suddenly feeling a little awkward.
He actually felt somewhat helpless before this Sorrow Thought of the Demon Sage's, as though he could not understand what this version of her was thinking... Suddenly, he rather missed the Demon Sage who chased him around with a sword.
Suddenly, the Demon Sage sighed. "Governing the entire world must be exhausting."
There was a languor and weariness in the Demon Sage's voice that suddenly made Su Mo feel inexplicably tired.
"I'm used to it..." Su Mo shook his head calmly.
Yes, he had long since grown used to it.
In the Nine Heavens, he had been the Human Emperor of a realm. Now that he had come to this world, he was still its Emperor.
Without his noticing, the burden on his shoulders had not diminished. Instead, it had only grown heavier.
But there was nothing bad about