Ning Ling had imagined countless times what sort of mood she would feel when the messengers from the Land of Divinity and Demons arrived. But, it was only now that she clearly realized that everything she thought and imagined couldn’t even compare to one percent of reality. Sorrow and bitterness surged up from deep within her, and no matter what, she couldn’t suppress it.

She subconsciously held onto Qin Yu, but then, as if suddenly thinking of something, she shoved him away. She politely bowed towards the two cultivators atop the great turtle. “Ning Ling greets the messengers.”

The two messengers were young but their cultivation was terrifying. To be at the middle Nascent Soul realm at their age, it was difficult to imagine something like this being possible in the world. Their gazes were faint and imperious, commanding a natural position up high. They swept their eyes over Qin Yu and furrowed their eyebrows. Then, they turned, “Ning Ling, we came here upon orders. Come with us.”

Ning Ling took a deep breath. She turned towards Qin Yu, the loss in her eyes so great that it nearly condensed into substance. “Junior-apprentice brother Qin Yu, forget me…” She didn’t finish her sentence. She turned and left, but was caught by Qin Yu. His gaze was calm and there was even a smile on his face. “I still have to know, senior-apprentice Sister...