A mountain peaked above the clouds, Mo Su was watching the sea of clouds as usual. This time though, his eyes were empty and unfocused.0

He did not seem to notice even when Ni Xuan walked up to him.0

“Why are you acting like you’ve lost your soul?” Ni Xuan prodded his back with his foot.0

Mo Su turned around, but his movements were a little wooden. His eyes hadn’t fully regained their clarity either. He said, “big brother, I… was unable to fight against that Devil Race woman today. She told me after we met up that her father has found out about our annual fights, so… she won’t ever be seeing me again.”3

Ni Xuan looked at his face thoughtfully.0

“Hah, haha,” Mo Su laughed with obvious strain and fakeness. “To lose such a great opponent all of a sudden… such a shame.”0

Ni Xuan did not make fun of him like he usually did. Instead, he asked seriously, “Is she really ‘just a great opponent’ to you? Is ‘such a shame’ really all you have to say?”0

A wind caressed Mo Su’s hair, and Mo Su suddenly burst out a little uncontrollably, “I… I don’t know why, but… the thought that I can never see her again, I… for some reason, it feels like all strength has left my body.”0

He slowly raised his hand and clutched his chest where his heart was. “I feel like a rock is sitting inside my chest, and it won’t go away no matter what I try. It feels so, so bad… I almost want to cut out my heart.”0

“I see.” Ni Xuan stared at him for a moment before saying slowly, “In that case, you’ve already found your answer.”0

Mo Su opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t refute Ni Xuan’s declaration.0

He bowed his head and whispered suddenly, “If one day you find a person who can touch your heart and soul and enter your dreams, you will understand that no one’s beauty can even come close to the moment she turns around to look you in the eyes.”0

That was something Ni Xuan had said to him carelessly when the man had first taken him to the lower realms.0

Ni Xuan sat beside Mo Su and said, “I guess you’ve found that person....0