The Celestial Emperor stared at me intently, his gaze carrying a profound implication, as if waiting for my reaction.
I was slightly startled, a myriad of doubts surging in my heart. Qingmiao turned out to be a fragment of my soul? I fell into deep thought, and scenes related to Qingmiao constantly surfaced in my mind, all of which finally made sense now.
I nodded slightly and turned to leave. My light blue dress fluttered in the wind. Returning to the God Palace, I sat quietly in the center of the hall, surrounded by swirling mist that seemed to tell of my inner thoughts. I closed my eyes, recalling every little detail involving Deity Mufeng.
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