The sky was overcast and lightless, with a fine, silent rain falling. A gorgeous Green Phoenix Cloud Boat soared through the air at incredible speed, like a streak of white light slashing through the void. Swirling mist surrounded its sides, keeping the rain at bay.
Inside the Green Phoenix Cloud Boat, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and Ancestor Ji Sanlao sat facing each other. The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint gazed up at the dark clouds outside the window, her eyes filled with worry. Qing, wait for me. I'll be able to take you home soon.
After a moment, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyes grew resolute. Feeling this distinct change in her, Ancestor Ji Sanlao couldn't help but nod silently. A fated bond, if based purely on one-sided devotion, will hardly last. Similarly, if one loses oneself for the sake of such a bond, then that union can be deemed inferior.
