Published: February 26, 2025
“Ninth Junior Sister, don’t be too sad,” Miao Qingqing consoled softly.
Xin Bingshuan's eyes were filled with tears, her voice hoarse, “Eighth Senior Sister, you don’t need to worry about me. I just want to be alone for a while.”
“Alright, then I won’t disturb you any longer.” Miao Qingqing stood up, glancing back three times as she left.
Just as Miao Qingqing had taken a few steps, she couldn’t help but turn around again, feeling a sense of concern for her Junior Sister.
“Take care of yourself, Bingshuan. If you need anything, just let me know.”
With that, she walked away, leaving Xin Bingshuan alone in her thoughts.
The atmosphere was heavy, and Xin Bingshuan felt a wave of emotions crashing over her.
She sat on the stone bench, staring blankly at the horizon, her heart filled with turmoil and sadness.
The weight of her thoughts pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.
“Why did it have to come to this?” she murmured to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks.
In her mind, she replayed the events that had led to this moment, each memory sharper than the last.
The laughter, the camaraderie, and the harsh truths that shredded her heart.
No matter how much she wished for things to change, reality remained unyielding.
She longed for solace, but found none in the silence around her.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Xin Bingshuan wiped her tears and took a deep breath.
“I will not let this defeat me,” she vowed, determination rising within her.
With renewed strength, she stood up and faced the direction of the Four Arts Sanctuary, ready to confront whatever lay ahead.
As Miao Qingqing flew away from Tan Ancestor Mountain, her body suddenly paused in mid-air, hearing a sorrowful cry filled with endless desolation coming from Tan Ancestor Mountain.
"Alas." Miao Qingqing sighed and transformed into a beam of light, disappearing at the edge of the horizon...
At the peak of Tan Ancestor Mountain, Xin Bingshuan knelt on the ground, holding her head in her hands, her cries echoing through the clouds like blood from a cuckoo.
Her sobs were filled with reluctance and despair!
Under the bright moonlight, she cried for a long time before tremblingly rising to her feet, wandering aimlessly toward Tan Ancestor Pavilion.
In that moment, memories of the time spent with Tan Yun flooded her mind, and the more she thought about them, the more her heart ached to the point of breathlessness.
Upon entering Tan Ancestor Pavilion, Xin Bingshuan seemed like a soulless zombie as she arrived at the second-floor room where Tan Yun lived.
She gently lay down on Tan Yun's bed, closed her tear-filled eyes, and trembled as she said, "Tan Yun, do you know? I regret it so much..."
"I regret that when you wanted to see my face, I couldn't take off the purple veil."
"I regret that I wasn't brave enough. If I had been brave enough, I should have taken off the veil and clung to you."
"If time could turn back, if everything could start over... sob... how wonderful that would be..."
...
At the same time, in the Human Race Star Domain, on Chu Xiao Star.
In the vice palace master hall.
Vice Palace Master Chu Xiaotian looked at Dao Zi, who had entered the hall, and waved his hand, "No need for formalities. Quickly tell me, did that brat Tan Yun die?"
"Congratulations, Vice Palace Master. That bastard Tan Yun is dead!" Dao Zi replied.
"Is that true?"
Dao Zi bowed and affirmed, "Absolutely true. However, Tan Yun was not killed by us humans; he died at the hands of the Death God Faced Spider."
"Regardless of how he died, as long as he is dead, that's enough!" Chu Xiaotian said.
"Yes, yes, yes, you are right, Vice Palace Master." Dao Zi nodded and bowed, "In this case, the grudge against Second Young Master can be considered avenged."
Thinking of his second son being killed by Tan Yun, an uncontrollable sadness appeared in Chu Xiaotian's murky eyes. "I have decided that if Tan Yun is still alive after this trip to the Ancient Fire Prison, I will deal with him personally."