The music was mournful and plaintive, tinged with sorrow and a sense of parting, bringing tears to the eyes of listeners and immersing them in its poignant emotions.
Gu Liyan opened her eyes, her nerves instantly overwhelmed by pain. "It hurts so much... Where am I?"
Black mist filled the surroundings, and the sound of a pipa drifted from the empty valley, each note desolate and mournful.
Gu Liyan staggered toward the direction of the zither music in the deep valley.
A woman with a graceful figure, wearing a long purple dress adorned with purple lotus flowers, holding a pipa and wearing a purple veil, was plucking the strings with her slender hands...
In her purple eyes, Gu Liyan seemed to see the same loneliness he had once felt—
However, upon noticing the pipa engraved with a hundred flowers in her arms, Gu Liyan trembled. "She, she is..."
Gu Liyan looked at the woman before him, the memories from the Flower Goddess constantly reminding him that this person was—
"Luo Zichen?!"
That woman who played the pipa so beautifully!
The music stopped abruptly when someone called her name.
Luo Zichen looked up at Gu Liyan, who appeared in front of her, and their eyes met with a purple gaze.
"Who are you?" Luo Zichen frowned, the handsome man who suddenly appeared in front of her made her wary.
Without any warning, without any preparation, he just appeared in front of me...
No, or rather, she subconsciously judged that this person was not a bad person. In fact, Luo Zichen could feel an excitement called reunion emanating from her soul!
But then I realized that anyone who could get here must be connected to those people!
"You are... Luo Zichen?" Gu Liyan asked uncertainly.
Luo Zichen raised an eyebrow. "You've already called me by my name, so why pretend anymore!"
"Huh? I..." Gu Liyan was stunned. He didn't seem to have offended this fairy sister, did he? Why was she so irritable from the start?
"You're also from the Tianxuan Sect, aren't you? Tell me, do you want to take me back by force, or do you want to use other means?"
"This, this..." Gu Liyan was completely bewildered and hadn't reacted yet.
"What? Or are you saying you can give Manman a second chance at life? And accept my conditions?" Luo Zichen sneered repeatedly.
“Manman? Hua Shiman?” Gu Liyan thought of the flower goddess in his memory, whose dance was so beautiful it could topple cities, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face.
Seeing Gu Liyan's sorrowful expression, Luo Zichen was immediately enraged. "Stop trying to gain my trust and sympathy with such despicable behavior. Your usual tricks are no longer effective against me!"
"No, no, Luo Zichen, I wasn't sent by the Celestial Clan, I..."
Before Gu Liyan could finish explaining, he suddenly felt his blood rushing to his head and coughed up a mouthful of black, stagnant blood.
"Hmph, so they're starting to use the self-inflicted injury tactic now?" Luo Zichen sneered.
Gu Liyan shook his head, feeling all color disappear before his eyes, as if he had been reduced to a black and white world. Then he felt the power within his body being bound by heavy chains, completely losing his strength, and his body went limp, causing him to collapse forward—
Luo Zichen couldn't help but sneer, "This self-inflicted injury ploy is too clumsy. You should learn from the seniors who came before you!"
As she spoke, she ignored Gu Liyan, picked up her pipa, and prepared to leave. Before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly realized something was wrong. She turned around and saw that the obvious peach blossom mark on Gu Liyan's handsome face made her tremble all over.
Luo Zichen released the pipa from her hands and hurriedly went to Gu Liyan's side. The familiar life force flowed through Gu Liyan's body—
"You, you are..."
Gu Liyan was unconscious, feeling stiff and powerless all over. She felt someone calling her, but she couldn't open her eyes.
Just when he thought he was about to die, a gentle warmth seeped into his limbs and then flowed into his bloodstream—
The comfort made him forget all the danger and he fell into a deep sleep.
Luo Zichen frowned as she looked at Gu Liyan's handsome yet pale face.
Gu Liyan's forehead turned black, his lips gradually turned grayish-black, and his whole body was shrouded in a faint aura of death. These were symptoms of the demonic energy constantly eroding his life.
"Uh—" Gu Liyan groaned, showing signs of waking up.
The pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat, which soaked his entire body. Seeing this, Luo Zichen quickly took out a handkerchief and began to wipe his forehead.
Gu Liyan frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and his vision returned to the same place. He saw Luo Zichen's worried face, opened his mouth, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Luo... Zichen?"
"Yes, it's me." Luo Zichen thought for a moment and nodded, then asked in a questioning tone, "Who are you? How do you possess the true soul of the Flower Goddess?"
Gu Liyan was about to speak when he suddenly coughed, "I...cough cough..."
Luo Zichen frowned, looking at his weak appearance with some disgust. "The true soul of the Flower Goddess is in your body, what a waste!"
"I'm sorry..." Gu Liyan said softly.
The memories of the Flower Goddess told him that Luo Zichen and the three generations of Flower Goddesses were old friends. In front of Luo Zichen, he had no right to question her. On the contrary, if he really thought about it, he owed her something...
"Truly, each generation is worse than the last..." Luo Zichen's gaze was vacant, staring blankly into the distance, as if recalling her past with the Flower Goddess. Which generation of Flower Goddess she was seemed no longer important...
Gu Liyan sat up. "My name is Gu Liyan. Due to special circumstances, I have temporarily taken over the true soul of the Flower Goddess."
Luo Zichen sat with her back to him, her equally purple eyes seemingly devoid of any life. "Well, whatever. You came to Qianlong Abyss to send me back, right?"
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