After returning to Sanqing Temple, Lu Xuan remained silent.
The Ancient Immortals exchanged bewildered glances, confusion flashing across their faces. After a long moment, Yang Erlang couldn't help but ask,
"Martial Uncle, did you... see her?"
Lu Xuan nodded heavily, his heart still aching with sorrow.
After a while, he lifted his head and asked softly,
"Why is it like this?"
Yang Erlang shook his head.
"We don't know either. She disappeared for a million years. When she reappeared..."
He paused, then continued,
"There is much we cannot say. During the unspeakable calamity that severed the flow of time, it was she who sheltered us, allowing us to establish Gouxian Town and survive to this day."
Lu Xuan didn't speak, a look of grief flashing in his eyes as he lapsed back into silence.
