Feng Fuce gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
His voice was cool, yet carried a subtle warmth.
"Not seeing him is better. To them, this person has already disappeared for fifteen years; it’s just difficult to accept the news of his death for a mont."
"If he suddenly returns and then leaves again, it would be even harder for his family to let go."
"Moreover, if the Ghost Prisoner sees that his son has grown so much, he might be reluctant to leave."
"If he struggles to resist, we will have no choice but to take action, and then his capture would surely be a tragedy."
Hearing this, Bai Zhi’er nodded in agreent.
Brother Fuce is right.
It’s just so hard on Hong Yue, raising her son alone. For so many years, she always believed her husband would co back.
Yet, she never imagined that her husband had already perished in the wind and snow of the Old Country.
After a while, Hong Yue cald down and, supported by her son, ca into the courtyard.
She wanted to kneel in gratitude to Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce for their kindness.
But Bai Zhi’er quickly stopped her.
"I understand your feelings. The governnt has already accounted for all the remains in the Xing Sect."
"Your husband’s remains are among them. If you have the ti, you can go to the governnt to claim them."
Feng Fuce said lightly, "Take your child to kneel at his grave. If he knows in the afterlife, he can rest in peace."
Hong Yue nodded through her tears.
Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce left, and before they departed, Bai Zhi’er fulfilled her promise by leaving Hong Yue a large sum of silver.
Enough for her son to marry, have children, and build a house.
After they had walked so distance, Bai Zhi’er glanced back and saw Hong Yue still leaning against the doorfra, watching them leave.
Suddenly.
Bai Zhi’er seed to sense sothing.
She extended her hand and looked up at the golden feather drifting from the sky into her palm.
Feng Fuce, standing beside her, had already opened his arms.
Waiting for her to happily embrace his neck and share the joy of achieving the ninety-fifth rit.
However, Bai Zhi’er just blinked her clear, dark eyes, looking at her palm, lost in thought.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Why not hug ? Aren’t you happy about gaining rit?"
Bai Zhi’er snapped back to reality, "I am happy, but I suddenly realized that the process of accumulating rit seems to have increased the responsibility in my heart."
"Just now, seeing Hong Yue so sad, I wondered, even the Heavenly Dao must follow the natural laws set forth in ancient tis."
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are fates that everyone in the mortal world cannot escape."
Feng Fuce nodded slightly, "As the Heavenly Dao, you cannot break the rules."
"But outside of rules, there is still humanity. Just like how, in the past, the Demon and Heavenly realms were incompatible, yet now, you are by my side."
Bai Zhi’er regained her sprightliness and smiled sweetly, "Rules are dead, but people are alive!"
Feng Fuce pressed his lips together and said, "Now, can I get a hug? I’ve been waiting for a long ti."
Bai Zhi’er threw herself into his arms, spun around like she always did.
"Congratulations to us for achieving the ninety-fifth rit together!"
Two days later, they were preparing to set off for the Great Qin.
Bai Zhi’er smiled with a bright sweetness.
There are still five months until the end of the year.
Hopefully, in the Great Qin, she will have many accomplishnts, complete her rit, and ascend to the Heavenly Dao!
anwhile, in the Fang Mansion.
General Fang was preparing gifts for Fang Youzhen to send to the Xiuluo Guard.
"Marquis Wan saved your brother. No matter what, we must express our gratitude. But you know your brother’s disposition; he’s always at odds with Marquis Wan, so this ti you go on his behalf."
Just as he finished speaking, the door was pulled open.
Fang Wushen ca out from inside.
His expression was sowhat awkward, "I’ll go myself."
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