Meanwhile, in the woods of the desolate valley, a little green snake swiftly slithered toward Song Yan.
When she saw the corpse there, Xiao He panicked. She immediately took human form and stumbled over to Song Yan.
Snake Treasure's little face was deathly pale, her expression frantic as her small hands trembled against the corpse.
"Yanyan-"
Her pale little fingers gently touched Song Yan's frozen face, as though afraid of disturbing something.
"I'm here already. Y-you, you can wake up now."
"H-hurry-hurry up! You said you would come back to life!"
But nothing happened.
For a moment, her panic reached its utmost limit.
Although Yanyan had promised her that he would not really die, what if he had lied to her?
What if he really was dead? Where was she supposed to go?
Little Snake Treasure felt only a powerful scent of loneliness surging in from all directions, threatening to drown her.
"Wuuu-"
Unable to hold back any longer, she wrapped both arms around Song Yan's corpse and burst into loud sobs. "You can't do this..."
"Waaah..."
A fierce wind swept through the mountains.
That uncanny presence gathered, forming a woman in white who walked slowly toward Xiao He.
She looked at Xiao He, her cold, beautiful face filled with heartache.
Bai Qi came over and gently patted Xiao He's shoulder in consolation.
It had already been over a hundred years since a chance encounter had allowed her to become a demon cultivator from a white snake.
The demon cultivators of Shangtong Mountain were rather like a gathering of human rogue cultivators, with few rules or restrictions, so she occasionally mingled among human cultivators too.
Over those hundred years, she had seen far too many so-called geniuses.
Without exception, not one of them had been able to continue cultivating in