“You can go,” the Sect Leader said suddenly. Luo Jinxiao didn’t react immediately. She looked up, staring blankly at the Sect Leader. “I asked you to stay to help me watch over Zhao Zhao. Now that she’s gone, there’s no need for you to remain,” the Sect Leader shook her head, slowly rising. Luo Jinxiao realized she was serious. A…
Luo Jinxiao had been sleeping deeply in the wind and snow for a long time. She was unsure of the hour when she finally awoke, but no longer felt like sleeping. She rose from her icy bed and walked out into the snowy night. The biting cold made her shiver. She summoned spiritual energy to her fingertips for light, using…
Three days later, at Hanyun Pavilion. When Qu Weiyin opened her eyes, she rolled onto the floor, breathing lightly and clutching her chest. Outside, the sunlight was blinding, casting shadows through the window lattice onto the floor. Qu Weiyin looked at her hands, momentarily unsure of where she was. When she stabbed Qu Chengzhou’s chest, his palm had shattered her…
The woman shook her head gently. “But over the years, hasn’t everyone who climbed this mountain done so for someone they love?” Luo Jinxiao, having just experienced immense grief and now frozen for so long, suddenly felt dizzy. She stumbled forward, and the woman reached out to steady her. She studied Luo Jinxiao for a moment, then suddenly said, “What…
“Junior Shishu, what are you doing? Let me go!” Luo Jinxiao struggled within the barrier. However, the golden spiritual energy was like a solid membrane, not only impossible to break free from, but also blocking all sounds from the outside. She was burning with anxiety, but her spiritual power was limited. Even with the divine sword, she couldn’t break through…