It was actually Gong Wuer.
Mountain winds surged beneath the bright moon overhead. Looking at the young woman with a head full of white hair before him, Lian Youming found her both familiar and strange.
What was familiar was her face.
What was strange was that extraordinarily peculiar aura.
How could he put it? It was as though she had lost all worldly desires and was suffused from head to toe with a heart-stopping divinity.
This divinity was not compassionate salvation, but a desire to transcend all living beings, taking "sincerity" to its utmost extreme.
Through sincerity, she had cast everything aside.
Only the Martial Way remained.
Gong Wuer inclined her head slightly, as though she had forgotten even how to smile. There was only an indescribable serenity, detached from joy and pleasure, neither startled nor afraid.
She suddenly walked over to a gnarled old tree nearby. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she said softly, "Half a breath from now, three leaves will fall. One will fall to the left, and two will drift to the right."
As her words ended, a wind suddenly arose. Green leaves immediately fluttered down from the bare branches, one falling to the left and two drifting to the right.
Xue Hen narrowed his eyes slightly. His fingers slowly curled at his sides, as though about to clench into fists.
Lian Youming's gaze sharpened as well, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched violently.
What a terrifying ability of foresight.
No, this was already an extension of it, anticipating the future, almost a supernatural power.
Pure sincerity without falsehood, becoming one with the Way.
This meant that this woman no longer harbored the slightest selfish thought or distraction. Her mind was utterly pure, her wisdom almost divine.
With sincerity taken to its