Nian Shutong quickened her pace a bit, and she wasn’t sure whether it was because the slaughter had been too ruthless, but towards the end, so small animals ran away at the sight of her.
Even so of the plants, whenever Nian Shutong passed by, those that could move themselves all turned their backs on her.
"Heh, are they being shy?"
Nian Shutong mockingly teased, her hand not softening as she reaped several plants.
"There’s no helping it, we’re natural enemies."
Hua Rong, who was following behind, had prepared herself for the possibility of being devoured by a plant and left unsaved, but on their way, she just followed without encountering any danger.
When the two finally erged, Hua Rong, who had been closely following Nian Shutong, stopped in her tracks, her eyes fixed on the gate in front of her which she often saw in her dreams.
The gate of Border City.
It looked the sa, without much change, only more mottled with color.
Only, at the gate, there was no longer the white-clothed youth. She vividly rembered the two of them quarreling here.
Her face full of acne, she worried about encountering mishaps on the battlefield, so she wanted to confess her feelings to Xiao Bai. She didn’t want to have regrets.
Back then, the young man of Border City, egged on by those around him, pointed at her and called her ugly, and she left in a bit of anger, never to return.
"Are you coming or not?"
"I’m coming."
Hua Rong let out a long breath, held her head high, and walked proudly towards the city gate. After entering, she imdiately went ho, but where was her ho?
Nian Shutong, on the other hand, had returned with Hua Rong. She had thought that Hua Rong would go to find Xiao Bai first.
She casually stopped soone on the street, pointing to a sowhat neglected gate, and asked, "Where is the Hua Family?"
The person stopped seed to be in a good mood.
"The Hua Family has moved away; I think they went to Zone 3."
"Thanks."
Nian Shutong pulled out a fruit-like object and tossed it to the man.
The man, holding the red fist-sized fruit in his arms, said in disbelief, "Are you sure you want to give this to ?"
"Yes."
The man glanced at Nian Shutong, then at the fruit in his arms, and took off running.
"Why run? I said it was for him."
"He’s probably afraid you’ll change your mind. One fruit can be exchanged for twenty thousand contribution points."
Hua Rong had already co down from the doorway and stood next to Nian Shutong, speaking up, "I’m holess now."
"When are you going to find your Xiao Bai?"
Nian Shutong ignored Hua Rong’s words and asked her own concerned question.
Hua Rong looked at Nian Shutong amusingly, took several glances, and said, "I always feel that you’re not a curious person."
"Curiosity isn’t that important to , but you two are like a drama series. I’ve already watched several dozen episodes; it’s just the last one I haven’t seen, which is sowhat irritating."
Hua Rong laughed, but her laughter contained a hint of desolation.
"I’m not going to live long. Is there any point in going now?"
"At first, I couldn’t open the Space Button, so I could only consu so plants, and gradually, my body accumulated a lot of poison, which has beco one with . I won’t live much longer."
Nian Shutong looked at the lively Hua Rong with a rosy complexion, said she wouldn’t live long.
She stretched out a hand and took Hua Rong’s pulse.
Nian Shutong, performing the pulse examination, had only one thought: was this fate sending her a disciple?
This Hua Rong, it turned out, was an excellent candidate for a poison cultivator.
And there was no need to use poison as a base anymore because she had poisoned herself thoroughly, achieving a strange balance.
However, if this balance were really broken, Hua Rong would surely die instantly, but if not broken and used as a foundation for cultivation, it would be an entirely different path.
Nian Shutong withdrew her hand, saying nothing for the mont.
"For the sake of seeing an ending, I think you should go."
Upon hearing Nian Shutong’s words, Hua Rong smiled brightly, instantly dispelling the slight desolation she felt earlier.
"Alright, let’s see how this grand finale unfolds."
Hua Rong walked in front, treading a path she had once known best, picking up speed as she moved forward, her heart full of thoughts.
Yet within her stirred a hint of timidity.
When Hua Rong stopped in front of the gates to the City Lord Mansion, the guard at the door scrutinized her carefully, several tis over, hardly able to believe his eyes before he finally asked, "Are... are you Miss Hua?"
"Yes, it’s , Hua Rong."
"Would you trouble yourself, young man, to tell Xiao Bai that I have returned, that Hua Rong has co back?"
Hua Rong had only gotten halfway through her sentence when the guard bolted off, shouting loudly: Hua Rong, Miss Hua, is still alive!
City Lord, Miss Hua Rong has returned!
Hua Rong is still alive!
Hua Rong was alive indeed, and Xiao Bai, who should have been resting in his room, tumbled out of bed, but nothing could stop him.
Even if it were a dream, he had to go out and see for himself.
He had dread of this mont too many tis, but for so unknown reason, whether it was because Hua Rong didn’t want to see him anymore or not, the dreams had ceased a long ti ago.
"Hua Rong———"
The White-clothed City Lord tried to rise from the ground, to push open that forever shut door from his dreams.
"Clang———"
The door opened.
In the mont when the White-clothed City Lord couldn’t distinguish dream from reality, the guard picked him up and rushed outside.
"City Lord, Miss Hua is still alive, right at the door."
The White-clothed City Lord, feeling the pain of being hoisted on a shoulder, wondered if it was real.
Was it truly Hua Rong?
The guard was swift, racing to the gateway, and the White-clothed City Lord’s gaze imdiately found Hua Rong, dressed in leafy garnts.
One was being carried, the other standing at the gate, looking up.
"Are you a sack of potatoes?"
"What in the world are you wearing!"
Two sentences bridged the torrents of ti, returning to the familiar banter between the two.
"Hua Rong."
"Xiao Bai."
"Put down! Hurry, put down!"
The White-clothed City Lord finally realized he wasn’t presentable, his hand waving in the air, and the guard finally set him down. But the White-clothed City Lord could hardly stand firm.
"City Lord, what are you trying to prove?"
"Don’t you know how old you are?"
This guard had always loved to tease.
Seeing Xiao Bai, weak to the point of being unable to stand, Hua Rong imdiately stepped forward to steady his arm.
"Only twelve years, and you’ve beco this frail?"
Hua Rong’s words made everyone around turn to look at her, the White-clothed City Lord included.
"Hua Rong, what do you an by twelve years?"
Hua Rong also realized sothing was amiss, yet she still asked, "Isn’t it twelve years?"
After being seated in a wheelchair brought by a guard, the White-clothed City Lord, looking at the youthful Hua Rong, also ca to a realization.
A difference in ti.
Such occurrences were not uncommon in the interstellar realm; the existence of wormholes, the overlay of spaces, made the passage of ti vary greatly from one place to another.
"Hua Rong, I am now two hundred and eighty-one years old."
"Here, I have lived for two hundred and sixty-five years."
"My ti is nearly up."
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