Ye Youning, once a sickly and frail young girl, had now blossomed into a cold and ethereal fairy. Dressed in white robes purer than snow, her three thousand strands of dark hair fell smoothly like a waterfall. The illness and weakness of her past had vanished from her brow and eyes, replaced by a chilling detachment and iron resolve. She resembled a proud plum blossom blooming alone amidst the snow in a bitter winter night—exquisitely beautiful yet keeping everyone a thousand miles away.
"In the end, there is no other way." Ye Youning slowly discarded the heavily damaged sword in her hand, its spiritual energy nearly dissipated. Sensing the spiritual power within her flowing away like a drying stream until almost nothing remained, she could not help but sigh inwardly.
"It is a pity I could not see him one last time."
Chapter 16