Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen: Return to the Mortal Realm

Looking back at the afterlife, sighing about the remaining life. She ultimately didn't wait for him to return, and he didn't wait for her to turn around...

How ridiculous, how laughable~

She lifted his already stiff hand, drawing a strange pattern with the broken glass ball on his hand, and finally moistened the totem with her own blood.

She held his hand and said, "I'm sorry, for what I owe you in this life, I'll repay it in the next."

... I remember now.

The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his gaze wandering around the room, suddenly revealing a strange smile.

She got up and walked out of the room to the main hall, a hint of smile playing on her red lips.

"...I didn't expect our reunion to be under these circumstances..."

Without any further thoughts, she turned and left.

Outside the courtyard, it was drizzling, giving a surreal feeling. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the earthly feeling to the fullest.

Finally... she had returned.

She opened her palms in the rain, letting the broken glass ball enjoy the washing of the rain, feeling the true beauty of the mortal world.

But it was only for a few seconds. As the owner of the hand clenched it, it turned into a pile of ashes, returning to the lead of heaven and earth.

Turning around, she bypassed the bustling streets and walked onto a moss-covered path.

Naturally, she didn't want to encounter that person, so she took a detour, but as soon as she turned the corner, she ran into this troublemaker.

Seeing him standing with his hands behind his back, the image of a gallant gentleman, he seemed to stand there, blending with the mountains, rivers, and vegetation in front of him, like a painting.

And she seemed to truly feel the loneliness of the person in the painting. The rain clearly hit his umbrella, but it chilled her heart. She even had an impulse... to embrace him.

But she quickly shook off this thought. She didn't want to have much to do with him, so she just wanted to keep her distance and pretend that she didn't know him.

The person in front suddenly turned around, stepping closer with a red umbrella.

"Where are you going?"

She was stunned for a moment, only then realizing that she was now called Yunsu, a disciple under Master Qingwu at the Jing Shui Temple.

Yunsu smiled, "I want to take a walk down the mountain. I've experienced too much in these past two days, and my head is buzzing. I need to clear my mind."

"Alright, I'll accompany you."

Seeing Junfeng about to sacrifice himself to keep her company, Yunsu immediately declined, "No need, I want to walk alone."

"Girl!"

He suddenly called out to her.

Junfeng approached her, looking down at her from a step away, "Are you blaming me for not saving him?"

Yunsu remained silent, staring directly into his deep eyes, which contained too many secrets. He concealed too much in his heart.

They seemed to be at odds, just staring at each other motionlessly, as if whoever looked away first would lose, but they were silently competing with each other in their hearts.

Yunsu suddenly smiled slyly, "Isn't this what you didn't expect?"

Her smile was meaningful, as if carrying some kind of ridicule.

But this smile dealt a heavy blow to Junfeng. It was like her, yet not like her at the same time.

His hand uncontrollably touched her cheek, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and even his voice trembled, "Who are you exactly?"

Yunsu shrugged, smiling, "Who do you think I am... that's who I am."

He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. After about half a cup of tea's time, he faintly spoke, "Let's go and send him off for the last time."

Yunsu frowned. She couldn't figure out Junfeng's thoughts. He was like a puzzle. The more she tried to figure out what was going on, the more confused she became.

"Now?" Yunsu looked puzzled.

At this moment, she just wanted to leave as soon as possible, not wanting Junfeng to easily notice her changes. So, she could only go along with what he said for now.