34 - The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

Chapter 8: The Sea's Moonlight Holds Tears! The Senior Sister Has Given Up In the distance, the Soul Lock Flower glowed with an enchanting light. She detected Yan Yue's presence on the sky-patrol charm and felt the resonances of Qian Xue and Tong Shimei within the Soul Lock Flower. "......" Escape. Or advance. Was this a choice she had to make solely by following her heart? Bai Lian took a step forward. She didn’t rush to grab the sky-patrol charm. Instead, she turned towards the Soul Lock Flower. At that moment, she could hear Qian Xue's voice. Qian Xue mentioned she had a way to kick that "monster" back onto the ghostly path. Bai Lian asked in surprise, "Can you really bring the Lord of the Underworld back?" To her surprise, there was a long silence from the Soul Lock Flower, before it declared again that it could indeed suppress the monster and send it back. Bai Lian understood. "You want to kill the Lord of the Underworld, sealing that path once more?" The Soul Lock Flower remained silent. An impasse formed as they stood there. But this standoff couldn’t last indefinitely; the effect of the sea’s moonlit tears had a time limit. After a long while. The Soul Lock Flower began to pulsate again. "I want to be with him, even if it means dying together." Bai Lian opened her mouth: "Then Tong Shimei..." Doesn't that make her journey in vain? However, the resolve of the Soul Lock Flower was unwavering. So steadfast that Bai Lian couldn't think of any way to dissuade it. Bai Lian finally nodded. "I believe in you, just as Tong Shimei believes in me." A warm current flowed from the Soul Lock Flower into her body. In the next moment. Bai Lian grasped the Soul Lock Flower with her right hand, assuming a pitching stance. It was time to begin! Yes. The Soul Lock Flower seemed to nod in agreement, growing brighter and brighter. "Go!" Bai Lian forcefully hurled the Soul Lock Flower towards the Lord of the Underworld. She watched dumbfoundedly as the gentle white light traced its trajectory. Slow yet direct. But resolutely. Her mind was left with only that one line of poetry. Is the memory of this feeling to await retrospection? Alas, it was bewildering at the time. Charge, Qian Xue!