Again, the experience of time warped, bending and ushering Yuan Xuelan through the life that he could have lived but didn't. His alternate self marched toward the Hidden Mist Sect with nothing but rage and vengeance in mind. To hunt down a person that Yuan Xuelan himself had fought to protect. Now, Yuan Xuelan couldn't help but wonder why he ever cared about Peng Jipei in the first place…
It felt like such a long time ago.
"To think, Huo Tang's voice was drawl, "that this divine one was slain to aid a fool you would eventually come to slay anyways. It almost feels as though this divine one died in vain."
"...Sorry." Yuan Xuelan didn't really know what to say for she was right.
The Hidden Mist Manor was but a shambled mess, lying in a state even more pathetic than the last time Yuan Xuelan had visited it back in his own timeline with Sumeng and Nan Chang.
