Bab 142: Volume 1 Grand Finale (3)

Watching as Chen Hao leapt off the cliff, it wasn't long before the night sky was illuminated by a fiery glow from the base of the mountain. The violent crackling of the fiercely burning forests filled the air below, thick smoke billowing up to the mountaintop, carrying with it the pungent smell of char.

Feeling the complete disconnection from the Nether King's Heart and Chen Hao's Yin Soul, Ye Yuqiao, her face ashen, fell to her knees, clutching her head as she wailed aloud.

Chen Hao was gone, completely gone. There was to be no reincarnation, nor transmigration. Ye Yuqiao recalled the plaintive and desolate sound of the flute; remembered the swordsman in white; remembered the stubborn and dynamic Chen Hao holding her hand in the setting sun's afterglow; remembered that bastard who always loved to hold her and kiss her...

Shortly after, Ye Yuqiao rose to her feet and moved instantaneously to the edge of the cliff, looking down.