"Leave quickly!" The look in Ziming's eyes grew ever more resolute as she urged him on.
Jiu Xia glanced at Ziming, jealousy not entirely absent from her eyes. But then she looked at Xiao Hua again, tenderness blooming anew. Unable to stop herself, Jiu Xia walked to Xiao Hua's side, kissed him, and whispered, "Xiao Lang, once we part here, I fear we may never meet again! I wonder, when you reach the Immortal Realm, will you forget your concubine..."
Having spoken, Jiu Xia's figure flashed decisively, vanishing into the flames below.
Ziming looked around, gritted her teeth, and removed her strange garments, revealing a body as white as snow...
"Xiao Lang, oh, Xiao Lang..." How could Jiu Xia possibly leave just like that? Hidden within the flames, she watched Ziming's expression of pain and joy, then looked at Xiao Hua's faintly furrowed brow. She secretly thought, I wonder whether you can discover this little bit of selfishness of mine...
Who knew how much time passed before Xiao Hua awoke. An indescribable regret rose from the depths of his heart. To say that "a spring dream left no trace" would be far too heartless. Looking at Ziming, whose clothes were neat but whose body trembled faintly as she knelt before him, he heard once more those lofty lines in his ears: "I go into wind and snow, and become a wind-and-snow man anew; I patrol Heaven without a trace to seek, a man returning home on a wind-and-snow night!" Xuntian City seemed only yesterday, Sacrifice Night only last night. A beauty who could have been a confidante for eternity had, through a twist of fate, become...
Become what? Xiao Hua could not bear to think further! He did not want to be Houtu Village's Eman, nor did he want to