Chapter 73

As I watched the color gradually return to Mu Yanfeng's face, the once paper-white complexion slowly regaining a trace of vitality, a sense of relief welled up in my heart. I gently wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes, tears that still seemed heavy with endless worry and attachment. Slowly rising to my feet, I walked with heavy steps toward the entrance of the immortal cave. Arriving at the entrance, Qingmiao lay quietly there, her face still bearing the marks of exhaustion and terror. I carefully helped Qingmiao up; her body was as limp as cotton, as if devoid of all strength. Looking at Qingmiao's frail state, another pang of heartache pierced my chest. Looking back once more at the unconscious Mu Yanfeng and Qingmiao, the two of them lay quietly. At that moment, my master's figure continually surfaced in my mind. Master's majestic bearing, his kind face, and the scene of him resolutely choosing to perish together with the Demon God for the sake of all living beings struck my heart like sharp blades.