Chapter 128.1: The Great Demons Endless Reincarnation
Inside the ancient mirror.
A man in blood-red robes, holding a longsword of the same color, walked through a vast desert. His robe snapped loudly in the wind.
From afar, his solitary figure was reminiscent of a streak of crimson sunset, lingering on the horizon.
A young girl chased after him without hesitation, clutching her bleeding wound.
Everyone watching was somewhat moved.
Ling Yayi sighed. "Despite suffering such a ruthless, merciless strike, she still chases him across a thousand miles... Palace Master, you really were in love."
Ning Tao's expression did not change. She only stared at the mirror. "She is her. I am me."
Naturally, she refused to acknowledge that young girl in the mirror was her. The scene shifted again.
That delicate young girl, with willow-leaf brows and a face carved from jade, found the man once more. She stared at him dazedly and softly murmured, "Blood Drop..."
It was as if she truly wanted to say something, yet could never bring herself to, resigned to only calling his name.
The man lifted his head. His gaze was icy, devoid of emotion. He saw only empty air and a blurry, illusory figure.
"All things are illusory. All things shall be forgotten."