"We have people over there to receive us. Every move is within the plan. Even if something changed, how could there have been no warning beforehand?"
"That's precisely what's so strange."
Mo Xuanyi drew a deep breath and steadied her breathing. After taking a few more pills, she looked a little more spirited, but her expression remained utterly grave.
Her avatar had died inexplicably, and she had received only a vague thought. Most likely, when it sent that final thought, the person who struck had intercepted it, leaving only a little hazy content.
In fact, had that almost obsessive thought not been enough to stir the lake of her heart, even that much might never have reached her-
"I don't have the physiognomy of a lonely orphan whose parents are both dead."
Mo Xuanyi panted again, a strange gleam flashing through her eyes. Suddenly, she raised her head and asked, "Master, have you ever met my parents?"
The Black-Clothed Old Woman's gaze was indifferent. "Why do you suddenly ask?"
"I... after my spirit was damaged this time, I suddenly realized how short life is, how desolate and uncertain..."
Mo Xuanyi drew a breath and said, "For some reason, it occurred to me that in all these years, I've never even offered my parents a stick of incense. I've truly been unfilial..."
"The dead are gone," the Black-Clothed Old Woman said mildly. "The mountains stretch high and the roads run far. What greater meaning could there be in traveling thousands of miles just for a stick of incense?"
Mo Xuanyi fell silent for a long while before asking softly, "Are my parents really dead?"
The Black-Clothed Old Woman abruptly turned her head and asked darkly, "Xuanyi, are you doubting me?"
"I wouldn't dare."
Mo Xuanyi said quietly, "It's just that deep