The Heart-Cleansing Mantra is, after all, a Taoist technique, and it doesn't have much effect on demons, but it does provide some relief. In the quiet environment, only her faint voice could be heard until after midnight.

The pain gradually subsided, and Feng Guang's brows relaxed considerably. He opened his eyes and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Um……"

She breathed a sigh of relief and tried to let go of his hand, but he grabbed it. She looked up at him, puzzled.

After a moment, Naihe asked, "Why did you help me?"

"Because...because you helped me too, didn't you kindly take me in?"

She was right, but he wasn't satisfied with the answer. He tightened his grip on her hand and asked again, "Aren't you curious about me...?"

“I think… you wouldn’t want to talk about it.” Those who suffer divine punishment are generally mixed-race individuals from the Three Realms. If everyone in the Three Realms looks down on everyone else, then mixed-race individuals are the object of discrimination by all three realms, at least in the eyes of demons and monsters. Because they value the purity of bloodlines, the experiences of mixed-race children are generally not good, which is why they are unwilling to mention their origins.

Although she may seem carefree at times, she is actually quite thoughtful about many things.

Naihe said, "I am an orphan abandoned on the Naihe Bridge. My father is a demon and my mother is a goddess."

She exclaimed in surprise, "God?"

“Because he is a god, so… my divine punishment will be even more severe.” Naihe’s tone was indifferent, without any hint of complaint or resentment. “I am missing three of my five senses. At night, I will become a creature that is neither human nor demon. Every seven days… I will experience a heart-wrenching pain.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Guang suddenly felt uneasy. "These divine punishments are completely unfair to you."

"There is never any fairness in divine retribution." Naihe said in a calm tone, but then said something even more surprising: "Do you know why Meng Po is so eager to bring you and me together? Because apart from you... anything that has touched me and has life will be reduced to ashes, including ghosts."

"What did you say..." She thought she had misheard, because she had never seen such a divine punishment in books, nor had she ever heard her master mention it.

However, his green vertical pupils remained as still as an ancient well, as if he were only telling a story about something completely unrelated to himself: "A life of solitude, this is my true divine punishment."

Long, long ago, Naihe was born from his mother's womb. His mother died soon after giving birth to him, and his father could not accept such a child. So he left the child by the Naihe Bridge in the underworld. Naihe had memories from the moment he opened his eyes. He thought that his father wanted him to be reincarnated, but the man could not bring himself to do it. So he just abandoned him by the Naihe Bridge, leaving him to fend for himself amidst the ghostly energy.

Meng Po found him. Just as she was about to pick him up, he reached out and touched a ghostly butterfly. Soon, the ghostly butterfly turned into sand and drifted into the air. But Meng Po still picked him up and took him back. As long as there was no skin contact between them, they would be fine.

But then he thought of the scene from many years ago, when he was still a baby lying among those spider lilies. Looking at the scenery that moved him to tears, he suddenly chuckled softly, "Do I remind you of the man you love?"

Yun Ji was also a person who suffered divine retribution, which he had seen at a glance five hundred years ago.

Feng Guang didn't know how to answer, but then he said, "I'm not Yun Ji, and I would never treat you like he did, so... I won't allow you to think of him when you see me."

Before she could finish her sentence, the hand gripping her wrist pulled her into the man's arms, and at the same time, he forcefully lifted her chin. Then, her lips were kissed fiercely.