Time flew like a shuttle, and the days sped like arrows. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
The gentle spiritual energy of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well remained as it had year after year. The mountain breeze was unchanged, and the vegetation grew ever more lush.
Yet this seemingly peaceful scene could not warm hearts that had quietly grown cold.
There was still no word of Tang San.
From the day Tang San had been swallowed by temporal turbulence and vanished, Ah Yin had taken seven full days just to barely suppress the anguish and dread in her chest.
During those seven days, she had seemingly continued nourishing her essence and gathering strength, but she had remained distracted all day long, never once finding peace.
Tang San had suffered this calamity for no reason, yet his uncle Lan Changsheng showed neither sorrow nor joy. His demeanor was like an icy thorn lodged deep in her heart.
But she also felt sorrow, for she knew this was not Lan Changsheng's fault. The Great Dao was heartless, and divinity transcended worldly attachments. This was necessary to become a god.
Yet she was ultimately flesh and blood, with loved ones she cared about.
Tang Hao still knew nothing of this. Although he did not know what had happened to Tang San, he had sensed something amiss from Ah Yin's few words. But whenever he asked for details, she would say no more.
Afterward, he lingered here every day. The once rough, defiant man was now steeped in exhaustion. He wanted to offer comfort, wanted to stay by Ah Yin's side, but did not know where to begin.
Instead, he only added to Ah Yin's sorrow.
In her heart, she repeated: *Tang Hao cannot protect our child, I