Chapter 517
The white-robed nun, carrying a horsetail whisk in one hand and a pottery jar in the other, hobbled down the mountain.
Even though she had been recuperating for seven days, her injuries had not fully healed, and she still had lingering health issues.
Meng Xuanqing stood outside his thatched cottage, watching her descending down the mountain, and sighed deeply.
In the end, she was just a pitiful person, clinging to her old dreams, refusing to wake up. She has now fallen from the path of Buddha into degeneration. Who in this world still remembers her family name and given name?
She is prepared to slaughter entire cities, annihilate entire families, all to kill one man. But what meaning does killing Cheng Dalei have? The world probably has forgotten about the nineteen kingdoms from a hundred years ago.
The Western Shu lineage likely only has two surviving members, himself and her. As for the remaining eighteen kingdoms, chances are, they're not faring any better.
