But then, a red light shone from the roof of the library.
The firelight flickered.
In the dimly lit library, illuminated only by a single red candle, the Blood Spirit Orb floated in mid-air, its light falling upon the white-robed man before it.
Yin Mo's face was slightly pale, and his eyes were empty and dim.
Rong Shang's departure seemed to have taken away the starry sky in Yin Mo's eyes as well.
Recalling how the Blood Spirit Pearl was powerless to heal her wounds that day, Yin Mo pursed her lips and tightened her grip.
There is no cure for all diseases, and there is no such thing as immortality.
All rumors are simply spread by people.
As the owner of the Blood Spirit Orb, how could he not know?
But he also held onto a sliver of hope that her wounds could heal and that she could come back to life.
At this moment, the flames from the Blood Spirit Orb continued to emanate, and the light grew stronger and stronger.
Yin Mo moved her eyes, then slowly looked up.
In his memory, his father had told him this.
The Blood Spirit Orb possesses a spirit.
Although immortality is a myth, resurrection from the dead... is not impossible.
To die and be brought back to life.
Death, then, resurrection, life.
Thinking of this, Yin Mo's eyes suddenly lit up.
The intense firelight reflected in his dark pupils. Yin Mo moved his hand and chanted an incantation, directing the magic power on his sword finger toward the Blood Spirit Pearl.
"Blood Spirit Pearl, tell me, how can I wake Jiang Muyu up!"
In an instant, all the firelight illuminated the surroundings of the library, and something appeared on the Blood Spirit Pearl. Yin Mo's expression froze for a moment.
...
To be brought back to life is to defy the will of Heaven.
The only way to bring her back to life is for one life to save another.
"So it's an exchange?" Yin Mo murmured to himself.
The red light fell on his face, and Yin Mo's expression became frighteningly calm.
Only the hand placed at his side trembled slightly at the fingertips.
So, no matter what, he and Jiang Muyu are destined to be separated by death for the rest of their lives?
However, thinking of her lying on that cold ice bed, Yin Mo clutched her chest, her lips turning pale.
He couldn't do it; he couldn't bear to let her leave all alone.
He had already made up his mind. Now he raised his eyes, and the red firelight was reflected in his pupils.
Yin Mo's cold voice slowly echoed in the library, "If she comes back to life, I am willing to exchange my life for hers."
If only she could wake up.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the door to the library was suddenly pushed open with a "whoosh".
Yin Mo frowned warily. He reached out and immediately retrieved the Blood Spirit Orb from the air, and the red light disappeared.
In the brief moment he turned his head, a cold, sharp voice emanated from his throat, "Who?"
"It's me."
A gentle voice came through, languid and somewhat nonchalant.
Upon hearing this, Yin Mo's body stiffened abruptly.
Just when he thought it was his imagination, a white figure appeared at the door.
The person stood against the light, their exquisite features delicate and gentle, their beautiful peach blossom eyes overflowing with tender watery light.
The moment their eyes met, Yin Mo froze, his dark pupils suddenly contracting.
Seeing his anxious and uncertain expression, Rong Shang couldn't help but smile. "Amo, what are you doing here?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a figure flashed before her eyes. Before Rong Shang could even come to her senses, she was already being pulled into his arms.
"Shepherd's Language, Shepherd's Language, Shepherd's Language, am I dreaming?"
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