Early morning.
Birdsong rang through the empty mountains once more beneath the morning sun, and red flowers carpeting the hills swayed gently in the morning breeze.
The black pass towered among the mountains, its gates tightly shut as always, as though last night's chaotic battle had never happened.
The solitary White-Haired Daoist Nun stood all alone before the gates, gazing out over the wilderness where heads had rolled and hot blood had spilled not long before. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with frightened uncertainty.
It's over, it's over...
Though she did not believe Xie Jinhuan was gone, Heaven and Earth were merciless and would not deviate in the slightest for anyone's private wishes.
This place had already entered a new cycle of reincarnation. Everything from before would be erased. Since Xie Jinhuan had not gotten out, that could only mean...
Qixia True Person stood there dazedly. Perhaps she had never felt so helpless since embarking on cultivation.
After all, dangerous as the Witch Cult Rebellion had been, she had only herself to feed, with no one else to worry about. Her heart had held no attachments, and even if she had slipped up, there would have been nothing to fear. But Xie Jinhuan was different. He was her granddisciple's lover, her disciple's beloved, and the White Moonlight of her other self...
He was also her mortal enemy's man, Little Ye Ci's son-in-law...
If he had died here to protect her thoughtless self, she would not know how to face Jiang Xian within her, let alone all those friends and family outside...
Impossible, impossible. How could Sister Ye be unreliable...
With these thoughts, Qixia True Person took flight and began searching all over the mountains. But her goal was not to find him-it was to avoid finding him. After all, if