"Senior, please spare my life! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness!" The gray-robed old man's voice trembled. "I beg you, senior, to show mercy..."
Bai Ying's gaze swept over them. A dragon scale instantly flew out, slicing across the old man's throat, drawing a trickle of blood. The old man was so frightened he wet himself on the spot.
"Remember," she rose on her sword, her voice piercing the hearts of the group like ice, "not all prey are as weak and easily bullied as you imagine."
Even after Bai Ying's figure disappeared into the horizon, the cultivators remained limp on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
The gray-robed elder stared at the destroyed spiritual herbs, then suddenly slapped himself hard across the face: "Fool! That was Bai Ying! The magical artifact she just used was the dragon scale that killed Ancestor Huayang! We actually... we actually..."
His voice was drowned out by terrified sobs.
—
Bai Ying gripped the Soul-Tracing Lamp tightly in her hand and carefully placed Miao Miao's soul fragments inside.
"Miaomiao..."
She murmured softly, as if handling the most precious treasure in the world, as she gently placed the fragments into the lamp.
"Buzz."
The Soul-Tracing Lamp suddenly burst into brilliant light, and a wisp of blue flame leaped up from the wick, pointing in a distant direction.
Bai Ying's pupils contracted slightly; it was a sign of soul resonance!
She walked on the wind, her clothes fluttering like crane feathers in the moonlight.
After traversing deep mountain ravines and crossing the turbulent River Styx, they finally found the second fragment among the remains of an ancient tree struck by lightning.
The moment my fingertips touched the fragments, a familiar scent surged through me like a tide.
Bai Ying seemed to see again the girl who always called her "Junior Sister" with a smile, saw her giggling as she hugged her arm and shook it, and saw her resolute figure as she pushed her away at the end...
She pressed the shards close to her heart, her movements as gentle as if afraid to disturb a fragile dream.
The Soul-Tracing Lamp trembled slightly at her waist, as if responding to her obsession.
A night breeze swept through the treetops, carrying the chill of early autumn. Bai Ying looked up at the star-studded night sky, her eyes shining brighter than the stars themselves.
"Soon..." She gently stroked her body, her gaze as firm as ever, "I will definitely bring you back."
The night breeze swept by, causing her clothes to flutter like cranes, and the road ahead was still very long.
end
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
