She closed her eyes and murmured, “Xuan Mu, it’s been ten years for you, but for me, it feels like everything just happened yesterday.”
Xi Yue calmly recounted the events that had taken place atop Cang Mountain that day, her voice steady and posed.
As Xuan Mu listened to Xi Yue describe how she watched her loved ones and friends die before her eyes, and how even Nangong Yu eventually left her, a deep sense of sorrow and heartache filled his gaze.
The hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly. Xuan Mu thought, “If he had left later or e back earlier, would Xi Yue have been spared all this suffering?”
Xi Yue’s expression remained calm as she spoke, though her voice carried a fragile rasp. Meeting Xuan Mu’s regretful gaze, she offered a faint smile and said, “After surviving that disaster, it felt like I’d slipped through time and ended up in a strange place. By the time I returned to the Siam Continent, ten years had already passed.”
She didn’t mention there was a way to bring Nangong Yu and the others back to life.
Partly because it involved the wood source, and partly because it was nothing more than a distant, fragile hope—a source of fort for her now, but one that remained an elusive dream until it could truly be realized.
Xuan Mu asked, “Where are you now? I will go find you after I deal with the matter at hand.”
“Qingyun Realm’s Skyrise City.”
Xuan Mu silently noted down this location.
The battle couldn’t continue any further, and Xuan Mu chose to concede. The two of them then teleported out of the arena.
On the southwest side of the trading area was a place dedicated to cultivation, featuring a tea place designed for cultivators to gather and chat.
Xi Yue and Xuan Mu chose a room and sat down. As she looked at her former roommate sitting across from her, memories of the fierce confrontation between Nangong Yu and Xuan Mu resurfaced, leaving her with a distant, sorrowful expression.
The scene from that time was still vividly etched in her mind, yet it now felt like a lifetime ago, forever out of reach.
“Are you looking to cultivate your soul?” Xuan Mu suddenly asked.
Xi Yue came back to her senses and was silent for a moment before saying, “Not entirely. I want duel points. I want to reach the top ten in the duel rank in a short time.”
Xuan Mu raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, then shook his head and said, “With the current strength of your soul, it’s impossible.”
Xi Yue had expected as much, but hearing Xuan Mu’s firm and decisive judgment still left her feeling a bit disappointed.
Seeing the sudden dimming in her expression, Xuan Mu asked in a serious tone, “Is this your wish now?”
Xi Yue thought of the face that was identical to Nangong Yu’s and quietly nodded.
Xuan Mu responded, “Okay, I understand.”
After speaking, he glanced into the void, likely receiving a message from the Spirit Refining Domain or someone else. “I have to leave for a while. Will I still see you here when I return, Xi Yue?”
Seeing Xi Yue nod, Xuan Mu exhaled softly. His cold gaze fell on her pale yet striking face, a faint ripple of emotion stirring within him. “It’s great to meet you again, Xi Yue.”
Seeing the genuine joy in Xuan Mu’s eyes, Xi Yue couldn’t help but smile as well. “Me too, Xuan Mu. I’m really glad we could meet again. Until we meet next time.”
Xuan Mu smiled faintly, softening his once cold expression with a faint warmth.
Then his figure slowly disappeared from the Spirit Refining Domain.
Xi Yue reached out and gently touched the warm pagoda fruit resting on her chest, murmuring, “Yu, Little Egg, Xiao Chi, Gu Liufeng… did you see? I met Xuan Mu, and it seems that the past hasn’t pletely vanished. It’s not just a fading dream.”
One day, you will all e back to me.
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