Ronghua took out the stone box. She looked at it carefully, considering whether to open it or not.

This box had not been opened since she brought it, and she seemed to have forgotten it for a long time. If it had not been for Xia Pumo, perhaps she would not have remembered such a thing at all!

Click! Finally, Ronghua opened it. The stardust in it floated out as soon as it was opened and was not under control at all. However, the stardust settled in the air when Ronghua waved her hand. She sat upright, and it seemed she didn't have much faith in this stardust.

Then, she seemed to see a woman coming toward her in the stardust.

Ronghua tried to have a good look but found that she could not see her face. Just as she wanted to say something, the woman put her finger on Ronghua's lips and said, “Could you do me a favor?”

“Who are you, and what do you want to do?” Ronghua said in confusion.

Ronghua thought that the woman's coming was strange, but she could not figure out what was wrong. Ronghua looked at the woman and had a feeling that she had not seen her for a long time.

The woman seemed to smile, and then she said, “Can you just listen to my story and then think about whether to help me?”

Ronghua couldn't help but nod. “Okay!” She said.

The woman smiled and sat down, “The story should be dated back to quite long ago…”

My name was Lingran. I was one thousand years old now. In the eyes of the demons, I was in a high state, but what no one knew was that I hadn't seen the King of Death for a long time. It's ridiculous that I finally slipped into the situation where the abandoned women were expecting the coming of their lover. It's not that I was ridiculous, but that I didn't have the courage.

Shu Ruomi often comforted me and said, “Sister, you are the best person in the world. If the King of Death doesn't come, there must be something wrong with his brain!”

Such words made me laugh, but I didn't even know whether I was amused by her words or by my ridiculous behaviors.

One day, when I just woke up, Shu Ruomi told me that the Three-life tree in the courtyard had grown up and asked me to take a look. It was said that the Three-life tree was related to the destined match. I wanted to go and see if there were his and my names on it!

But later, I still flinched from going to look at it because I dared not see the name on it.

Therefore, I sealed it with spiritual power. Shu Ruomi asked, “Why? Sister, don't you want to know the answer?”

But I told a lie that everything had been decided by G.o.d, and I couldn't change anything now. I even believed it.

Fortunately, although Shu Ruomi was silent for a while, she still believed. Then she said, “The King of Death will have a banquet tomorrow, and he has sent you an invitation. Will you go? My sister, you have slept too much recently, so it's time to go out.” “Have I slept too much recently? I haven't noticed it.” I thought to myself.

I looked at the Three-life tree for a while, and then I became silent. Over the years, I had received a lot of invitations, but he had never come. I turned to look at her. Perhaps because I had been staring at her for a long time, and she didn't know what I was thinking, she was a little scared and looked down. After all, she was still a little girl. I smiled and walked over. I raised her chin with one finger and said with a smile, “You are too timid. How can you govern your territory in the future?” Shu Ruomi looked at me and didn't understand what I was talking about.

Later, after one hundred thousand years of suffering, when Shu Ruomi left here and was in charge of the sovereignty on the other continent and brought her beloved back, she really understood that everything was doomed, and no one could change it.

Hence, with the belief of believing in my words, she did not doubt my words and understood that this time my choice was the same as those before, so she rejected the invitation.

For me now, staying in the room to cultivate had become the only thing I could do. However, even if the King of Death didn't like me, I thought no one, in the Race of Demons, would come to provoke me to ask for death.

Up to now, no one knew my actual cultivation. Moreover, no one dared to come due to my present status!

Only once, when the King of Death went on an expedition, he encountered a group of unprecedented rebels. The King of Death was defeated and severely wounded. At this critical moment, everyone was expecting someone to come forward and defeat the enemies, so I showed up and put down the rebels.

Till now, the people who had seen it recalled that they had only seen a woman dressed in white come down from the sky with an iron fan in her hand and subdue the rebels with only one move. Since then, I had become famous thanks to that battle and had left an unforgettable impression on people at that time.

I couldn't help but laugh out loudly. When Shu Ruomi saw me laugh, somehow, she felt sad. Then, she saw a tear dropping from the corner of my eye. I hadn't shed tears for a long time. Seeing my sadness, she didn't know how to comfort me. Even if she wanted to, she didn't know how to do it.

However, who knew that I almost died after the battle. At that time, I was very young, and my cultivation was not high. I was able to fight them back successfully with the help of the iron fan and the sneak attack.

I sat on the chair and looked at the sky. Today's sky seemed a little cloudy. “Shu Ruomi, do you think I should still love him?” I asked. She kept silent. I thought that she had already heard so many sad words, and she no longer wanted to answer it.

It's dark, and the dark clouds seemed to be falling. There were also deafening thunder and dazzling lightning from time to time, giving people a terrifying feeling. The ashen clouds unpredictably covered the rainbow beyond the highest heavens. Then it started to rain.

Shu Ruomi held an umbrella and said, “It's raining, sister. Let's enter the room!” Looking at the rain, somehow, I was a little scared, and it seemed that something would happen.

Everyone knew that the King of Death was the only nine-headed alchemy python of the Race of Demons. As long as his reversion to the bloodline of his ancestors was successful, I thought few demons dared to fight with him. But now he's in danger, and I was sure some people knew it.

I didn't worry about his reversion because I believed that there would be no problem with his cultivation. However, I was concerned that after the success, he would be unable to endure the eighty-one G.o.d's tests of thunder-strike with his cultivation at that time. Besides, I didn't know if he had friends in the Race of Demons, except me, who could help him.

The way to revert safely and successfully did exist, but no one knew. I thought even if someone knew, no one would be kind enough to tell him.

When Shu Ruomi brought me the medicine, I glanced at it and said, “Pour it out! It's too bitter. I'm alright, even if I don't drink it.”

Shu Ruomi looked at me, knowing that no one could force me to do what I didn't want to do. She pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it, so she went out with the medicine.

Over the years, my body was getting worse and worse. If I hadn't relied on the cultivation of spiritual power to keep it, I would have pa.s.sed away long ago. It was not that I didn't drink the medicine willfully, but that there was something wrong with it. I knew that even if he hated me, he wouldn't do this to me. I thought it's that woman who did it.

Shu Ruomi told me that the woman was Guixia, and she had adored the King of Death since her childhood. It was the ident.i.ty and power of the King of Death at that time that made her give up. Moreover, Guixia not just desired for the King of Death himself at that time, for which the King of Death was hunted down by her clan and almost died.

Now the King of Death had such an honorable status. Of course, her families were delighted! Instead of stopping her, her family told her how to get his heart. Guixia didn't oppose them but indulged them. After all, how exalted the position of Princess of the King of Death was! She was above anyone except her husband!

Unexpectedly, they only knew the King of Death, but they didn't know that I was by his side. My presence was a stumbling block for them. They might have been secretly planning how to remove my position in the heart of the King of Death. They couldn't have succeeded before, but now, they seemed to have made it, because I had lost him.

However, I was amused and didn't believe that armed with such cultivation, Guixia's family could hide their mischief. Wouldn't the King of Death detect who sent the killer to hunt him down and almost killed him? He just listened to me and said nothing. Wasn't it ridiculous now?

Shu Ruomi said, “People of the Race of Demons said that the King of Death wants to make Guixia his princess.”

Initially, I didn't believe it because it's what he had promised me. But after that day, I couldn't help but believe it. After hearing this, I couldn't lie that I wasn't sorrowful. The faithful love I thought was so vulnerable. Later, I made excuses for myself that maybe he was just testing me.

But soon, he shattered my fantasy.

One day, the King of Death sent someone to invite me to the Tingyi Pavilion. I looked up sharply and saw the person coming. It was the King of Death's a.s.sistant—Nocturnal Ghost. I couldn't believe it and was a little fl.u.s.tered. But I hurried up and said, “Wait a moment.”

I hurried into the room and rejoiced for a while, and then I dressed myself up. I was afraid that I would scare him like this. After I freshened up, I was still pretty delighted. Shu Ruomi was also happy for me and said that she had not seen me so happy for a long time.

I followed Nocturnal Ghost to a platform. At the door, he said, “Madam, the King of Death is there. It's impolite and indecent for me to enter. Please forward by yourself.”

He bent over to leave, and I politely thanked him. Then I walked toward the King of Death full of joy and could not help but smile. He stood on the pavilion with hands at the back, the wind blowing his clothes, and his flowing dark hair made him look so charming. I knew that he was a poison, but I was willing to take it, just like the first time I saw him, terribly enchanting.

But before I walked in, I saw another person walking towards him quickly from the other side of the pavilion, so I stopped. I looked at her, and my heart seemed to have been harshly strained. That person was Guixia. She walked over with a smile. The King of Death turned to see her and gave out a smile, which I hadn't seen for a long time. I didn't know what Guixia said, which made him speak. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but the aura around them in the pavilion was very harmonious. I couldn't help sneering and thought that perhaps I would break the harmony if I entered.

I smiled, but then I shed tears. I slowly turned around and silently cried as I left. Tears crossed my face and washed away my makeup, revealing my pale face. Where he couldn't see, I spat out a mouthful of blood, and it dropped on my dress. I wanted to say to him, “Weilian, my heart hurts!” I couldn't walk anymore.

However, looking at them like this, I didn't know or want to say anything, but since then, I could be sure that my heart was utterly frozen.

Back in the yard, I wiped off the bloodstains with spiritual power and embellished my dress with the peach blossoms. It was so fragrant that I couldn't smell the blood.

Seeing me coming back, Shu Ruomi ran to me. She asked happily, “Are you pleased after seeing the King of Death?” She looked at me with a smile on her face. Because she watched me going out happily, I did not want to worry her and forced a smile and said, “From now on, no more visitors!” Then I pa.s.sed her and walked into the room. Shu Ruomi was stunned. She didn't know what had happened, but it must not be a good thing. She couldn't go to the King of Death to ask about it, so she had to obey my order. “Yes, my sister.” She said.

I returned to my room and laboriously walked to the dresser. Then I opened the secret compartment under my desk and took out an iron fan. I turned it into a sharp dagger, s.h.i.+ning a faint blue light.

I held the dagger in my hand and caressed the textures carefully. With the hilt in one hand and the blade in the other, I saw blood flowing down from the tip of the dagger and fell into the inkstone. I took the writing brush and dipped it in the blood, and I wrote on the paper— Weilian, I think, the farewell between us should start now!