In Hui Qilei's heart, all hope had already died. Dazzling light filled her eyes, the whole world seemed on the verge of collapse, and she felt as if she had returned to that time. She had just been born, squeezed together with many female kin of her race; they were born able to speak, and because they had not yet begun cultivating, they could only chatter about what they saw and heard.
"We are of the spirit fox clan, one of the mightiest races beneath heaven and earth!"
"I know. Who could possibly harm us?"
"There are many, of course—such as the Qilin Demon Saint, and Lord Qingqiu."
But just then, a woman outside walked in slowly, her gaze desolate as it swept over them. In a low voice she said, "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are not frightening. What is truly frightening is when the heart is moved."
"Elder sister, why does falling in love mean you'll die?"
