「Dragon Tiger Peak.」
Under Yan Huang's complicated gaze, Xiaoyan threw herself into Lu Xuan's arms.
Two towering peach trees stood there—one flourished, the other was dead and withered. Behind them, the Daoist Palace was shrouded in dust. Beneath the heavy layers of dust lay a network of deep, crisscrossing fissures.
The cracks had spread over countless years. Even now, an ancient and undying, murderous Immortal Light still lingered within the fissures, shimmering brilliantly.
Lu Xuan silently held Xiaoyan, inhaling the sweet, natural scent of peaches from her. He gazed at the scorched, dead peach tree as he gently patted her on the back and comforted her.
"I'm here."
Yan Jiangxue buried her head on Lu Xuan's shoulder, as if she were sobbing quietly.
A long time passed before Xiaoyan let go of Lu Xuan. She looked up, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Xiaolu, I saw so many things... so many terrible things..."
