Historical records only state that a so-called flood swallowed up the entire Xia Prefecture, and people lost their lives before they could even scream in terror.
That evening, the latecomer finally returned to the place he had promised to come back to.
Zhiwei knelt on the ground, surrounded by corpses. His white clothes were stained. Before him lay the body he had painstakingly found. He sensed someone behind him, but without turning around, he asked, full of confusion, "Why didn't you come back to save her?"
The man in white did not answer. He pulled the cold body into his arms, and the girl he was holding would never again sweetly call his name.
"Master, you could have saved her..." Zhiwei asked loudly, "Aren't the lives of the Xia family members also human lives? How could you abandon them?"
He looked down at the person in his arms and silently hugged them tighter.
Mo Qing buried everyone in the Xia family, but not Feng Guang. Little Zhi Wei stayed with his master in the dilapidated Xia family for a long time. On the last day, he watched as his silent master seemed to have made a decision. He used magic to preserve Feng Guang's body and then carried Feng Guang's body out the door.
"Master, what do you want to do?" Zhiwei chased after him to the door. He felt something was wrong, and all he wanted now was a proper burial.
Mo Qing paused, and after a long silence, he finally spoke his first words, "You should return to the Immortal Sect first."
After saying that, he embraced Fengguang and disappeared.
When Feng Guang awoke again, she was already existing as a female ghost of Black Wind Mountain.
Feng Guang opened her eyes. The snow and wind at Linglong Pond were still there, and the old man in front of her was still there. She moved her lips and uttered a dry voice, "Zhiwei?"
"It's me." The old man smiled. "Long time no see."
“You were so young back then…” Feng Guang put his hands on his waist and said as if from another era, “I really have, I’ve forgotten for too long.”
She remembered everything: the memories of being with Mo Qing three hundred years ago, the monuments she erected for the people in her heart after becoming a female ghost, and the rag doll she made for each of the dead because life as a ghost was too boring. Later... as time passed, even if she didn't want to, she would slowly forget many things, and eventually, she couldn't help but create a world of her own.
"Zhiwei, please take me to see him."
Zhiwei didn't ask who he was. In any case, whether it was Mo Qing or Mo Qing, she would be able to see him. He removed the barrier and, with Feng Guang on his back, rode the wind to a magnificent golden palace.
This is Mo Qing's residence, and also the place in the entire immortal sect where incense smoke lingers the most. It should be the place most filled with immortal energy, but now it has an extra chilling aura.
As he stepped into the main hall, a sword light shot straight toward Zhiwei. Although Zhiwei reacted quickly and blocked it with his whisk, the power of the sword light was not diminished. Just as it was about to pierce his body, Fengguang stepped in front of Zhiwei.
The sword shadow stopped just one centimeter away from her.
The atmosphere in the main hall became even more eerie.
The sword shadow vanished, and a voice rang out from the shadows, "Why not wait a little longer? I'll be coming to find you soon."
“By then, it will be too late,” Feng Guang said calmly. “I never imagined you would make a move against Zhiwei.”
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