On the Bronze Plain, sect disciples occasionally appear for training.
Among these disciples, some don't recognize Li Xuan, but everyone knows Feng Mengrou and has heard of major events in the sect.
Thus, these cultivators did not bother the two. Only waited until they went far, then whispered among themselves, secretly laughing as they spoke.
Feng Mengrou felt incredibly desolate.
Yet somehow, her heart was filled with an unprecedentedly intense emotion.
This emotion was like a fierce fire driving her, making her feel happy just being with her junior brother.
It was a kind of grand passion she had dreamed of, but never thought she would actually encounter.
Within such emotion, even in death... she would be happy.
The two slowed their steps, following the map gradually towards the deepest part of the Bronze Plain, near the Valley of the Dead.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.
