"There is a girl named Qingqing, bright and clever, yet ethereal. Her dark eyebrows hold an elegant rhythm, like autumn water embracing poetic essence. Her red lips are soft and charming, her teeth are as crystal clear as jade..."
Even though Xiao Chen's body is torn apart, his blood staining the Yellow Mud Platform, and imprisoned forever in the Demon Well, a towering phantom still seems to stand beside the abyss, his grieving words echoing endlessly.
"Her icy skin implies jade bones, yet her rouge has turned to yellow earth. Today I bid farewell to Qingqing and hope to meet again in the next life..."
The Ancestor of the Suiren Clan dissipates with the wind, turning into yellow sand and vanishing forever.
Keke weeps profusely. Without the constraint of the ancestral God, it whimpers and rushes next to Xiao Chen's phantom, stretching out its little beast's claw again and again to grasp the towering shadow.
