To Lin Mu, the Withered Spirit Daoist's story was certainly understandable. He could resonate with the desperation she had felt, as Lin Mu too had experienced the same in the past.
Of course, the path he had chosen was vastly different from hers, but the source of the feeling was the same. Perhaps if Lin Mu had been limited in worldview like her, he might have taken the same option.
But now he knew the paths that needed to be taken, and he also had the best guidance one could ever ask for.
With Xukong by his side, he always had a helping hand lighting his way.
~HUU~
Lin Mu let out a breath as he filed the memories away.
"Such an essential part of her life, and yet such a small segment of her memories," Lin Mu muttered, comparing the fragments.
