"I'm sorry, I..."
"Forget it. Consider it my failure to judge your character."
Qing Yao opened her mouth, her eyes reddening as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her heart ached. She felt that he blamed her and could not forgive her.
In the end, the young man left. After sweeping a cold gaze over the Heaven Mending Sect's experts, he departed with a woman in snow-white robes without looking back.
In the dream, that was their second parting, but it was far from beautiful. It even carried hatred and regret.
Ever since then, whenever Qing Yao thought of it, she was wracked with guilt, feeling that she had caused him to suffer those ordeals.
"Huh? Pretty Big Sister is crying. Is she having a nightmare?" Lin Fan wondered, holding the Human Emperor Banner. He had thought it was finally taking effect.
Yet her eyes remained tightly shut, her brows furrowed. It seemed she had merely dreamed of something unpleasant.
"Ah..." The Heaven Mending Sect Master let out a long sigh and said nothing.
If life could remain as it was at first meeting-or if they had never met-perhaps it would have been better. At least their hearts would not have become entangled...
Year after year, flowers bloomed and withered. Across the Three Thousand Provinces, the prodigies who had emerged alive from Immortal Ancient made their names known throughout the world.
Some even surpassed the Heavenly God realm and became Cultivator Leader level figures.
Sadly, after all those years, there was still no news of the one who had won the championship, as though he had evaporated from the mortal world.
In the blink of an eye, eighty years had passed.
Until one day, a blazing rainbow streaked across the Upper Realm, leading straight into a certain province. It was dazzling