There were many awkward things in the world, but few could actually make Chu Xingchen feel awkward.
Still, accompanying the tomb's owner, who had risen from the dead, to look at her own corpse was a little awkward, if he really wanted to be particular about it.
Awkward might not be quite the word. It was really just a little strange.
Naturally, Chu Xingchen showed none of his thoughts on his face. His expression remained perfectly natural, as though this were his own tomb.
With the tomb's owner personally leading the way, all the traps originally laid here had naturally lowered their flags and stilled their drums.
After all, returning to one's own tomb was theoretically no different from returning home.
After stepping into the tomb and walking just a few casual paces, they could see a towering tree that looked on the verge of withering away.
The ground around the tree was covered in withered yellow grass.
It was as though its vitality was about to fade.
Chu Xingchen looked at the tree. Strictly speaking, Luo Yue had not really risen from the dead. At most, she simply had not died completely.
He lowered his head slightly to glance at Luo Yue's calm face beside him.
Luo Yue also raised her head to look at the towering tree, sensing that faint, elusive presence and that feeling of being closely connected.
Suddenly, she said, "I don't have much longer to live."
Chu Xingchen glanced at the tree again. It was almost completely bare, with only a few thoroughly withered yellow leaves still hanging overhead, as though the slightest breeze would send them drifting down.
"That much is certainly plain to see."
Chu Xingchen answered with complete sincerity. With the tree in this state, keeping it alive would probably be rather