The moon suddenly took on a blood-like red color, and the shouts of killing that Lin Yun heard also became much louder.
Accompanying the shouts of killing were the wails of those being slaughtered.
Looking at that somewhat familiar Dao magic, Lin Yun recognized it. It seemed like it was a technique of the Seven Righteous Sects.
The tears of the Little Flower Fairy were also dyed red by the moonlight, and the two lines of bloodied tears made her look suddenly terrifying.
But Lin Yun held her tight, comforting her incessantly, "Don't be afraid, it's all fake."
"I remember now."
The voice of the Little Flower Fairy became very sharp. "I remember everything... It's my fault, it's all my fault..."
Lin Yun's heart ached, and he blocked her line of sight with his arm, pressing her head against his chest as gently as he could, and said, "It's all in the past."
