Qin Ruan listened, her eyebrows arching, her face as calm as ever, "I'm still alive, living well, and it's been decades just like that. I never expected to encounter you in the Mortal World."
Miss Duan smiled sweetly, the bloody glow in her eyes softened and turned dark.
Then, she sighed softly, "I just had bad luck, resisted fate, and was tortured for hundreds of years. Now that I see it clearly, an arm will never be able to bend a thigh, and the laws of the Heavenly Dao cannot be defied."
Hundreds of years of obsession ultimately brought her to an end with her soul scattered.
Qin Ruan's smile slightly retracted, her fingertips still pinching that ball of white light full of affectionate threads, she softly consoled, "Resisting fate is quite good, and here I am, ready to lend you a helping hand."
