"Menghuang!!!"
At the moment of Hua Menghuang's death, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint suddenly felt dizzy, her spirit shaken. Subconsciously, a heart-wrenching cry burst from her lips. Two streams of tears flowed from her eyes, wetting her cheeks, turning her into a tearful figure.
She lay powerlessly in Hong Yuan's arms, sobbing and choking, her body devoid of strength.
The image of Hua Menghuang from the past—her voice, her smile—gradually emerged before her eyes. The image of Xiao Cao, that scrawny, dark-skinned little girl, was now so vivid. In the blink of an eye, the scrawny little girl Xiao Cao transformed into Hua Menghuang, as radiant as the Moon Fairy.
In a daze, the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint even saw Hua Menghuang shatter the void to return, smiling sweetly at her and "Bo Qing," then bidding farewell with a respectful kowtow.
"No, don't..."
"It's all fake, all fake..."
