The vendetta of family extermination, the hatred for a deceased mother, this Dayuan, this imperial landscape of the Ji family, even the royal family, this human realm, this fate.

Everything he did was merely for deprivation and plunder.

He, Xiao Qinghe, is an evil man, a great evil.

He understands.

And since he is already evil, then let it be more thorough, more profound.

...

He slowly stood up, and Ah Lian quickly stepped forward to support him.

The old monk sighed softly.

"Benefactor’s murderous intent is too heavy, such a temperament, is too easy to harm longevity."

Qinghe, with Ah Lian’s support, walked out.

"I’ve never had much of it anyway, what is there to worry about."

Harm longevity?

He had long known his days were numbered.

This body of his had already entered the Hall of King Yama, and now able to catch a breath in the Human Realm, was merely struggling to live a little longer.

Over the years, having suffered from the Mind-Bewitching Gu, and having been repeatedly counter-attacked, perhaps even if the storms over the years had ground away his youthful arrogance and sharpness, the rebelliousness in his bones still remained.

Otherwise, how would he remember the taste of eating but not the beating.

Knowing he shouldn’t think of it, yet he still thinks of it.

Knowing it would hurt to think about it, he would rather hurt than forget her.

His Baobao still lives on in his memory.

Every day he revisits her every smile and frown from the past, but he is like a spectator, unable to participate in her life anymore.

There is no longer a place for him by her side, and in her heart, there are now silhouettes of others.

His love is obsessive, his life likewise.

Perhaps just as Ah Lian thought, knowing she was alive did comfort him, but in this current situation, yet he feels that the one living is merely an empty shell, not his Baobao whom he misses.

His heart is tied to the departed soul.

To him, Baobao’s soul is those former loves and hates.

He would rather she resent him, hate him.

Than to have her forget so carelessly.

To him, the current her is just like a stranger.

And a stranger, naturally, is no longer... the one he loved obsessively for many years.

...

"Actually, I am curious about one thing."

Dong Huiying held a small twig in her hand, using it to flick the young grass.

She seemed to be talking to herself.

"Don’t you ever need to eat or drink, following me around all day?"

She found it truly puzzling.

On this journey, while there was only a single carriage on the surface, secretly there were Hidden Guards responsible for protection.

Dong Huiying wasn’t quite sure where these Hidden Guards came from, perhaps Zhi Chen transferred them over from the Mist Capital, or maybe Shujun found them from the Huizi Store?

In any case, since the incident of being abducted by Xiao Qinghe some time ago, when he shattered her shoulder with one strike, the steel pins holding the bone fragments still remained in her shoulder, and since then her brothers had become overly cautious, never allowing her to be without company when she goes out.

This matter, Yue Ning and Liu Yan were aware of too, otherwise, one wouldn’t be making slingshots while the other was busy crafting fishing rods and lines for Dong Huiying.

She touched her own face, now it was that of a young Huiying.

Except for that period when she aged due to Resurgence, she seemed forever young and vibrant, so pretty and tender.

The girl in purple walked amidst the grass, trees nearby.

She murmured to herself, but no one responded.

Those people were well hidden, their sole purpose was to protect Dong Huiying.

Ahead was a temple, she followed the sound of bells and the aura of Zen.

The temple was peculiar too, with a wall in the middle, as if dividing two worlds,