Later.
Jiang Huaguo went to Xu Xue's grave with Xu Xue's parents. The moment she spotted the headstone in the distance, she grew visibly nervous, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Mr. and Mrs. Xu each took one of her hands, gently patting her to soothe her anxiety.
The weather was wonderful that day, with clear skies stretching for miles.
The three of them said so, so much before Xu Xue's grave, and shed many tears.
When the official verdicts for Sha Chuan and his boss came down, they would return to tell Xu Xue the good news.
And Xu Xue, somewhere their mortal eyes could not see, listened carefully to every word they said. When they cried, she sent a gentle breeze to brush their tears away-as though wiping their tears for them.
But all that would come later.
On Qingji Mountain, Sha Chuan sank into endless despair as soon as he woke. But even as he struggled painfully on the ground, wailing and screaming, no one would pity him anymore. They simply watched his fate unfold with cold eyes.
Only Qi Gu walked over to him, held his fingertips just above his abdomen, and pressed down hard.
The Iron Pellet immediately came back up Sha Chuan's throat, coated in saliva.
Qi Gu: "..."
Even someone without a fixation on cleanliness like him was reluctant to touch that.
He instinctively turned his gaze toward his eldest disciple, Mu Xingchen.
Mu Xingchen took a deep breath. "I..."
His delicate features scrunched up as he turned his face away and reached toward the Iron Pellet on the ground.
[Help... I think we might have to give up on this idol.]
[Baby, at least put something between your hand and that!]
[How did he even think of picking it up