The Trials of Rebirth

But my silence meant I never thought that person would harm me, and I didn’t want to argue because doing so would likely result in that person’s death. The only reason was that I knew this person, and we were close.

As the Medicine Immortal frequently traveled between Qiong Yu Palace and Yao Pool, he knew thousands of divine lords, many of whom he was quite close to. However, after losing my memory and living in a remote area, interactions became less frequent, and relationships grew distant.

So even though Mu Chuan said this, I couldn’t guess who it might be or what their motivation was.

“Eliminating potential hidden dangers isn’t a good thing?” Mu Chuan smiled. “I originally didn’t care whether you could retrieve your soul, but now I do.”

I was caught between laughing and not laughing, so I decided not to say anything.

The Gate of Afterlife was near, with its hundred-meter door reaching into clouds so dark they seemed endless. The depth of the Ghost Realm was already apparent upon entering.

Just before stepping out the door, my hand was suddenly pulled. I stopped and looked back. His eyes were still somewhat cold, his voice calm: “I’ll wait for you.”

My originally calm heart suddenly burst with warmth, rushing to my nose and making me feel a surge of sourness. I nodded: “Okay.”

As the warmth left my hand, a sense of loss swept over me. I suddenly felt afraid. Even though he said failure of the unsealing wouldn’t matter, I still felt uneasy.

Once you gain something, you start to fear losing it.

“I…” before I could finish, Huahua had already rushed over.

“Sister, Flower wants to go play in the Divine Realm, to find Dust-ge and Jade-jie.”

I held back my words, turned to Huahua, and smiled: “They’re in Yao Pool, which is very far from where I live. Shall I take you there next time?”

Huahua didn’t pester me and nodded: “Okay.”

Summoning a cloud, I didn’t look back at Mu Chuan, not knowing what gaze he might be leaving behind. I sighed, wrapped my clothes tightly, looked at Qing Yuan, and stammered: “Can I tell you something?”

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