"I am Zhiwei, the thirteenth generation sect leader of the Immortal Sect, and also Chixuan's master." The old man smiled kindly, "I'm just here to tell you that the Immortal Sect has already made a decision about how to deal with you."
"Is it to make my soul fly away or to keep me locked up like this forever?" Feng Guang's mood was indifferent, as if she didn't care what they did to her.
Zhiwei said, "I will arrange for you to enter the Linglong Pool, which is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the immortal sect. In the past, only the sect leaders of each generation could enter the Linglong Pool to cultivate. The spiritual energy there will help digest the ghost energy and resentment on your body and help you be reborn as a human again."
"Since this is a place only the past sect leaders are allowed to enter... why did you let me in?"
“This is how fate should be.” Zhiwei added, “You don’t need to feel uneasy. The Immortal Sect is definitely the safest place for you.”
She blinked, not quite understanding. She could feel the old man's kindness, but it was precisely because he was so friendly that she felt even more uneasy. "I've never understood... You and that Chi Xuan both said I harbor resentment, but I don't feel like I have any. I don't resent anyone, nor do I resent anything..."
“Since you don’t have it, that’s for the best.” Zhiwei’s gaze was always kind, but now it held a hint of pity. “When you can be reborn as a human again, everything will be perfect.”
The old man seemed to have many feelings, but Feng Guang was even more puzzled. That evening, the old man sent her to Linglong Pool. The so-called Linglong Pool was just an icy pool on the highest peak of the Immortal Gate. On the cliff, a plum blossom was blooming proudly. The cold wind blew, but she did not feel cold. As her understanding of being a ghost became clearer, her human senses gradually left her subconscious. In just one day and one night, she had already accepted the fact that she was a ghost.
The old man twitched his fingers slightly, and an invisible barrier enveloped the mountain. He said to Fengguang, "You cannot leave Linglong Pool these days, and others cannot come up to Linglong Pool either. You need to calm your mind and gradually dispel the ghostly energy."
"How long is the period you're talking about?"
“I can’t give a definite answer; it depends on you.” Zhiwei paused, then said, “Maybe it won’t be too long, maybe…”
"I understand." Feng Guang turned around and looked at the snow-covered mountains, but not a single snowflake fell on her. She exhaled and stared blankly at the snow scene before her.
In this sea of white, only her red silhouette stands out, incongruous with the vastness of the world.
Zhiwei watched her retreating figure for a long time before finally turning away as the sun set.
On the howling mountaintop, only one person stood. Half an hour later, perhaps feeling that this melancholy posture was not suitable for her, Feng Guang scratched her hair in distress. She walked back to the pond, looked at the pure ice lotus in the pond, and the lotus leaves that looked like ice crystals. She raised her foot and kicked it, but it didn't break. She then scoffed, "So what if I'm a ghost? Even if I'm a ghost, I'm the most beautiful ghost."
A soft laugh suddenly came from behind her. Feng Guang immediately turned around and saw a man in white walking towards her through the swirling snow.
The man had long, unbound hair, wore white robes that were whiter than snow, and had a face like jade. He was truly handsome, with an otherworldly and elegant air about him. His pure aura was no less than that of snow. Perhaps it was the air of a celestial being, or perhaps it was the air of a dashing and unrestrained man, but neither of these descriptions seemed sufficient.
"These are ice lotuses that have gathered the spiritual energy of successive sect leaders. It's incredibly rude of you to treat them like this." He smiled, but there was no hint of accusation in his words.
Feng Guang remained silent for a long time before calling out a name, "Mo Qing?"
“Mo Qing…” He paused, then opened his arms and smiled gently, “That’s right, I am Mo Qing. Feng Guang, aren’t you going to give me a hug?”
“No…you’re not him.” She took a step back warily, her voice cold. “Who are you?”
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