Zhuque was already weeping bitterly beside them. Crystal-clear tears, like broken beads, continuously rolled down from her sorrow-filled eyes, streaming across her cheeks and dropping to the ground.
The three of them remained there in silence, as if nailed to the spot, reluctant to leave this place filled with grief. Their gazes held endless sorrow, resentment, and lingering attachment, as if merely standing here could maintain a faint connection with me, whose soul had already scattered.
The Celestial Emperor hurried back to his palace. Looking solemn, he summoned Siming Star Lord. Hearing the summons, Siming Star Lord dared not delay in the slightest and hurried over at once. He was dressed in a star-blue robe, the starlight patterns embroidered along the hem of his garment seeming to shimmer with a faint light.
Chapter 168