A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Watari Kagura, holding a paper-and-oil-skin umbrella, strolled through the black flowerbeds. As she passed, the flowers and vines automatically parted, revealing piles of stark white bones at their roots. It was as if a path had long been laid for her. She stepped upon the bones, like a queen of both nobility and darkness walking through her own palace.
Suddenly, she frowned, sensing something was wrong.
He's still alive. A Core Formation Realm cultivator was struck by my Heavenly Control Hand. How could he not be dead?
The expected time for the technique to erupt had passed, yet there was no feedback from his aura. She was certain Luo Xiu had not died.
Forget it. I can't be bothered to go back and check. Perhaps it wasn't his time to die. Besides, for some reason, from the first moment I saw him… I had this strange feeling, as if the rest of my life would be intertwined with his.
