Night.
Standing on the trunk of the black wind tree, Lin Xin held a jade flute in his hand, feeling somewhat lost.
"So many years since I've come to this world... What exactly am I pursuing?" Thinking of Dongyue and the Bug Master, their life-and-death dependence on each other during the day, he didn't understand or comprehend what deep bonds they must have shared for them to reach a point where they'd entrust their lives to each other in just a few short years.
But he knew that their relationship was actually similar to his with An Ying and Xiao Lingling.
So in the end, he let go, he let the Bug Master go. He didn't regret this decision.
Reflecting on his original dream, it was merely out of curiosity and an unwillingness to lead an ordinary life that he embarked on the path of cultivation.
And now...
"What is it that I truly want?"
Lin Xin gently gripped the Red Flower Sword, feeling the vitality and consciousness pulsing from Yin Mantuo.
