Xiao Ling gave the dragon core, obtained through her death-as-medium, to Qiao Ruohe. Light as a swallow, he soared into the air, escaping the encirclement of the boiling lake. He cast a momentary, hesitant glance at the Junior Sister whose life had bought his escape, but without further hesitation, he used his wind-escaping technique to fly beyond the Dahuang Mountains, heading toward the abyss where his parents' remains lay.
"You caused her death, yet you flee with such a clear conscience." It was Ye Miaomiao's voice.
Qiao Ruohe urged the wind to carry him faster, letting the searing breeze rush past his face, blowing away the two tracks of moisture—he knew not whence they came—that lingered on his cheeks.
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