The distance between them was only a few meters.
Yet Shen Xing felt it was farther than it had ever been.
She wanted to ask countless questions.
Where had she been all these years?
Why didn't she come home?
Why was she attacking the sect?
Did she remember her?
Did she remember Father?
Did she remember anything?
However, before she could speak, Wu Yuna suddenly looked toward the distant lights of the sect.
More cultivators were approaching.
The earlier explosion had clearly attracted attention.
Without any hesitation, Wu Yuna took a step backward.
Shen Xing's heart tightened.
"Wait!"
For the first time, panic appeared in her voice.
However, Wu Yuna showed no intention of staying.
Her figure shot into the darkness.
A single leap carried her onto a distant rooftop. Then, another leap.
Within moments she disappeared completely into the night.
Shen Xing subconsciously took a step forward. Then stopped.
It was already too late.
