Qingyi exchanged a few quick words with Ruxue before the beautiful lightning spirit smiled faintly and departed with her sister, Huoyue, leaving him alone with Yuehan.
Meanwhile, he walked in silence alongside the blue-haired beauty, crossing the temple's wide corridors toward the Purple Palace, where Lingxi awaited them.
Their footsteps echoed softly against the ancient stones, and the cool air carried a faint scent of lingering incense.
[That little one has really grown a lot…] The voice of the Primordial Creation Star echoed sweetly in Qingyi's ears, a divine whisper brushing across his soul.
'Do you know her that well? Why has she never mentioned you?' Qingyi asked mentally, curiosity coloring his inner voice.
[I know every spirit, from the most insignificant inhabitant of the Mortal Heavens to celestial beings like Ruxue... They call me the Mother of Spirits for a reason. With my own hands, I shaped each and every one of them...]
