Mu Sha knew nothing of this. Over the decades, whenever he had come to pay his respects, he had never received a response from Mu Guyue.
It was perfectly normal for a Nascent Soul cultivator to enter seclusion for decades, even centuries. Though he harbored doubts, he was unwilling to think in the worst direction.
Looking at the grown Mu Sha below her, Mu Guyue still reclined half against the broad stone chair.
"I hope we will meet again someday. There is no need to say more. Go!"
No emotion could be heard in Mu Guyue's voice; it carried boundless, icy detachment.
Supporting her forehead with one hand, her black hair cascaded like dark clouds, while her other hand waved downward.
This time, Mu Sha did not leave at once. He dropped to both knees and respectfully kowtowed three times before turning and striding away.
After the clatter of his armor had gradually receded and finally vanished from her ears, a trace of gentleness appeared on Mu Guyue's frost-cold face.
"You have successfully formed your core now. You are no longer a low-level cultivator, and the road ahead must be walked by yourself... It is time for me to leave as well!"
What Mu Sha did not know was that some things were not as Mu Guyue had described them.
Mu Guyue had not ascended to the Immortal-Spirit Realm all these years not because she was unprepared, nor because she had been continuously searching for treasures needed for ascension.
She had silently waited for Mu Sha to succeed in forming his core.
Only after his Gold Core Realm cultivation had become especially stable and he had gained a certain position in the army did she decide to leave.
However, the black "Black Devil God Armor" she had given Mu Sha