Lin Suqing picked up her Golden Core, thinking how great it would be if Banban were still alive to consume it. She could finally speak, having spent hundreds of years in diligent cultivation just to learn that skill.
He closed his eyes and crushed the Golden Core into powder in his palm, scattering it with the wind as a consolation to Banban.
Only pain can truly teach growth. The memory was vivid and lingering, leaving an old scar in his heart. The heartache and regret when recalling it were its sequelae.
What sin is it to kill a deity? He was uncertain. But why should demons kill indiscriminately without regard to good or evil, and not deities?
Good and evil are merely a matter of perspective; there is no absolute right or wrong. When trouble comes, even a deity should die!
There's no time for heartache now; Qing Youmeng is still out there! They had come together, and he was already in a perilous situation; she must surely be in danger too!
But how to find her?