"But I believe what you say, even if many disciples won't, and outsiders even less so. This means you two will find it hard to appear before people again. Have you thought this through?" Her white eyelashes fluttered slightly as she lifted her gaze to Luo JinXiao, her eyes deep and thoughtful.
Luo JinXiao nodded solemnly, "Of course, we've decided to go to the Heavenly Realm, never to see the world again."
She ran over to Qu WeiYin's side and smiled at her. "We came back this time just to say goodbye to everyone."
"Never to return?" The sect leader's brow furrowed slightly.
"That's fine. It's a place to belong," she said, regaining her composure.
Suddenly, a rumble of thunder echoed in the sky. The once clear day was now shrouded in a layer of gloom, dark clouds rolling and drifting with the fierce wind.
Almost everyone in the hall looked up simultaneously, glancing towards the door, while a few eavesdropping disciples ran off, covering their heads.
"The sun was blazing all day. Why did it suddenly start raining?" Lu FanZhi peeked outside, recoiling from the lightning that split the sky.
"It's been a drought all year; it hasn't rained like this," Yan Ying remarked, hastily pulling Luo Ning back. "What are you doing?"
Luo Ning ran outside, looking up at the sky. Large raindrops splashed on the ground, creating a spray.
She turned to look at Luo JinXiao, her eyes serious and unreadable.
"Since the weather has changed, let's adjourn for now. JinXiao, you and Qu WeiYin stay the night. No need to leave in the rain. With such a downpour, no one will come to trouble you."
Luo JinXiao considered for a moment and agreed.
The rain was not only heavy but relentless, pouring down all day. By nightfall, the rain showed no signs of letting up, as if the sky had split in two, releasing a deluge.
Luo Ning stood alone under the high eaves of Wu Hui Palace from the moment the rain began until evening, staring upward.
Her body trembled slightly.
The world before her seemed submerged, water everywhere, unending, as if the rain would destroy everything.
Yan Ying had not left either, standing quietly in the darkness, her gaze unwavering.
After an unknown time, Luo Ning reached out to steady herself against the doorframe, lowering her head just as lightning struck the ground. Yan Ying rushed forward to pull her away.
"What are you looking at?" she asked irritably. "Do you want to be struck by lightning?"
Luo Ning didn't argue, her body wobbly as she closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, they were filled with tears.
Yan Ying panicked, afraid to say anything else, anxiously scratching her head.
"What's wrong? Please don't cry. Tell me, and I'll help you."
"You can't help me," Luo Ning shook her head slightly.
"Everything's just the same as before. I can only watch the world fall apart."
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Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.
Fantasy(MTL)#2 穿成娶了反派的废物 Author: Qiqian Zhexie (七千折戏) Synopsis Luo Jinxiao, recently hailed as a prodigy in the world of cultivation, met her demise during a battle against the Demon Sect. Upon awakening, she found herself transported back two thousand yea...
