Chapter 257 - 255: Tears Streaming Down the Face
The others exchanged glances, all feeling that Shen Qinghe was overreacting due to her excessive grief.
It wasn’t just Qinghe who was sad, they were too, because Mr. Wuya was their belief.
With Mr. Wuya present, Sky Pole Sect was undoubtedly the strongest Immortal Sect in the cultivation world. Yet with the news of Mr. Wuya’s demise spreading, who knew if it would invite a siege from other Immortal Sects.
The cultivation world was such a place where the strong were revered, where there was no talk of righteousness, only strength mattered.
When Shen Qinghe entered her own bedroom, there was a moment of bewilderment.
Ever since Dongfang Wuya shamelessly took up residence in the Simple Residence Courtyard, he had occupied her bedroom.
He seemed to really like her bed, hogging it day and night, refusing to leave, even spending days and nights on it without getting up.
Back then, she felt that Dongfang Wuya lingering in bed didn’t at all resemble the noble and aloof Mr. Wuya she had first met...
She picked up the pillow she had previously slept on to sniff it, but it didn’t carry Dongfang Wuya’s scent.
What scent did he carry on him? She thought hard but couldn’t recall, she only remembered his peach blossom eyes were deep, his embrace warm, his kisses burning...
"Qinghe..." A sigh from Shen Zhiyao came from beside her.