As she spoke, Li Muxue swept her sleeve, and a gentle breeze drifted in from the Dao Sea, passing over the reefs along the shore and blowing toward the grassland beside her. Pearwood trees broke through the soil, sprouting and stretching out branches one after another before their very eyes, then blossoming in the breeze. In the blink of an eye, a flourishing Pearwood Blossom Forest stood there.
This was a boundary, Li Muxue's own world. Within it lingered the fragrance of flowers and boundless vitality. For the first time, it had opened for someone else.
Back in the Tribe, beneath a pearwood tree beside the Dao Sea, Mu Bai had carved the first Soul Mark of his life. His journey had been filled with doubts, a passage through mist. Now, beneath a pearwood tree on the far side of the continent, he sat cross-legged once more, mending the wounds and doubts he had suffered along the way.
Clearly, Li Muxue knew more of the truth. Clearly, she was the white-robed woman who had stayed by his side through countless reincarnations, holding his hand to the ends of the earth. But who exactly was laying out this game, treating him as a pawn? Was Li Muxue a pawn as well?
"Whoever he is, he was wrong. Of all his countless mistakes, his mistake was using me as a pawn!"
With his stubborn nature and unyielding will, being manipulated only made Mu Bai more rebellious. Whoever the Zhi Qi Person was, he would prick his fingers until they bled.
As time passed, petals fluttered down like snow beneath the pear trees that blotted out the sky. Mu Bai sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, calling upon World Tree Power to gently envelop his internal organs, repairing their fissures little by little