Yang Jie's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean by that?"

“But in the end, I can’t bear to kill her.” Zhou Xing tilted his head slightly, a smile appearing in the corner of his eyes. “Tell me, if something happens to someone I can’t bear to kill, how many people would I have to pay with my life?”

Yang Jie's first thought was of Chen Hongdou. He wanted to ask, "What if you die? What can we do?" But he couldn't bring himself to ask and could only watch the man slowly disappear into the moonlight.

Yes, someone as calculating as him would have everything arranged even in death.

Isn't this just the way things should be?

After hearing this short story, Feng Guang was surprisingly calm. She wanted to cry but couldn't. She just felt that maybe if she closed her eyes, it would all be a dream, and he... he would come back to her side and tell her that those things were just teasing her.

She knew she wasn't dreaming, because she could feel her heart throbbing with pain.

Yang Jie said, "Whether you want to stay in the palace or go back to Tong County, it's fine. My deal with him is to protect you for the rest of your life. He's in the carriage... Go and see him."

As Feng Guang approached the carriage, just as she was about to open the door, she lowered her hand, turned her back to Yang Jie, and said, "I'm going to Wuqiu Temple."

"Miss Xia..."

"I'm taking him to Wuqiu Temple." She turned her face, her cold expression revealing a ruthless determination that brooked no refusal.

Yang Jie paused for a moment, then raised his hand and instructed the guard beside him, "Send Miss Xia to Wuqiu Temple, and remember to protect her safety."

The guard acknowledged the order, "Yes!"

Yang Jie added the phrase "protect her safety" only because he was afraid she might do something rash. Although Yang Jie didn't consider himself a good person, a deal was a deal. He got what he wanted, so he would naturally keep his promise.

It's been raining these past few days, so the road to Wuqiu Temple is difficult to travel.

Inside the carriage, Feng Guang held Zhou Xing, who had grown cold, tightly in her arms. She carefully protected him, afraid that the carriage might bump into him. He lay on her lap, his closed eyes revealing the same beautiful sleeping face she saw every morning when she woke up. Yes, he was just asleep.

Feng Guang placed her hand on his face and said softly, "A Xing, if you're going to be lazy and sleep a little longer, I'll wake you up soon."

He would never respond to what she said along the way, but that didn't matter; she stubbornly believed that he could hear her.

They finally arrived at Wuqiu Temple. Inside the Sanqing Hall, Daoist Wuqiu was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed. When someone came in, he opened his eyes and said, "Little girl, you've finally arrived."

It seems he has been waiting for quite some time.

The carriage stopped at Tai Chi Square, and only Feng Guang entered. She went straight to the point: "What can I do to bring him back to life?"

"To bring someone back to life is against the natural order."

“I know that the balance between life and death in the universe is important. If the dead can be brought back to life, then the living must die.”

"Since you know..."

"Master, A-Xing said that you once tried to persuade him to join the Dao, but he refused. When we first met, you revealed that you wanted me to come to you, which shows that you still don't want him to go to the underworld so soon. Now that I've come, it proves my determination, so why do you need to say more?"

Some people say she is too stupid, and she herself does not think she is smart, but why did she become smart when she was about to die?

Master Wuqiu did not deny that he had selfish motives. He sighed and said, "Would you be willing to use the rest of your life to bring him back to life?"

"willing."

Two words, spoken with resounding force.