"Your Grand Grandmaster... is she still alive?"
"My Grand Grandmaster passed away long ago."
"She was already elderly when she passed down this move. Among that generation of Netherworld Palace disciples, only my grandmaster and my master inherited the complete A Thought, Flowers Bloom. Everyone else learned fragments. My grandmaster said that when Grand Grandmaster died, she was holding a pale purple seashell."
The stone chamber remained silent for a long time.
The Purple Sky Dragon King stood there, his withered fingers silently rubbing something inside his sleeve.
Only after a long while did his voice sound again, a little lower than before.
"Your Grand Grandmaster... did she leave any words when she passed?"
"Grand Grandmaster left only one sentence before she died. She told my grandmaster to ask that sea for her whether that person had ever regretted it."
The Purple Sky Dragon King swayed slightly.
Overlapping images appeared before his eyes. His face turned as pale as soap, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and he aged a hundred years in an instant.
He slowly turned his back and stood in the center of the stone chamber, his deep purple eyes slightly closed, tears rolling in them.
In the spiritual light, he looked like a stone statue weathered for countless years, utterly motionless.
But the taut curve of his jaw did not relax for a long time.
Clearly, Bai Youyou's words had touched the depths of his heart.
Only after a long time did he speak, his voice as steady as though he were recounting something that had nothing to do with him.
"Rest and recover."
"Once your injuries have healed, I will have someone escort you back."
"Your Grand Grandmaster passed this move down to you so you could protect yourself with it."
"You used it well.