"How could it possibly be uglier than those Blood Puppet Demons?" Sang Luo interjected. She'd been through a lot; something like this wouldn't scare her.
'Besides, Fei Yuan is only in this state because he saved me…' A dull ache spread through Sang Luo's heart, and she was overcome with sorrow. How could she possibly care about something so trivial?
"No, not that ugly," Si Ye admitted, relieved to see Sang Luo was prepared. He reached out and stroked her hair. "If you really want to go, shall I take you?"
Sang Luo shook her head. "No, it's fine. I'll just go and come right back. I want to see if Fei Yuan is all right. Undergoing Nirvana twice in less than a year must have taken a significant toll on his body."
'Fei Yuan always hides himself far away whenever he undergoes Nirvana, not letting anyone know. He must not want anyone to see him in such a wretched state... I can't imagine how much it must hurt...'
