"Song Yun, you..."
Chu Feng looked at Song Yun from up close, his gaze complicated.
Song Yun, having lost an arm, was already deathly pale at this moment, with blood still trickling from the corner of her lips.
Yet she seemed utterly unaffected by the pain. A sweet smile still hung on her face.
Just like when Chu Feng had first met her.
"Don't worry. This is a life-saving inheritance I obtained from within the Demon Prison Tower. It hasn't been tainted with the blood of any innocent person."
With those words, Song Yun reattached her severed arm. Then she turned around and looked at Eggy.
After examining her carefully from head to toe, she smiled faintly.
"You really are beautiful."
"So beautiful, and you're always by Brother Chu Feng's side — actually, you're my biggest threat, aren't you?"
Eggy's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Her scythe remained raised. Song Yun's power still lingered after all, and with so many people surrounding her, even if she wouldn't harm Chu Feng, there was no guarantee she wouldn't harm anyone else.
"Don't worry. I won't lay a hand on you. I've never harbored the intent to kill you."
"Because you're different from the others. You're useful. When it matters most, you'll save Brother Chu Feng's life."
Song Yun said.
Eggy said nothing further, but her gaze was complicated.
She didn't like Song Yun, yet Song Yun had truly helped Chu Feng.
Then Song Yun turned to Xian Miaomiao. "Soul Mist Flame — for now, you've earned the right."
After saying that, Song Yun cast a meaningful glance at Little Fishy. "Put away that power of yours. Don't let your body give out later — you'd only end up needing Brother Chu Feng to save you."
Having said all this, Song Yun transformed into a streak of black qi and arrived before the Gate to the Heavens. But she stopped at the threshold and turned back to look at Chu Feng.
"That Jie Mubai isn't dead. I don't know what trick he used to escape, but I can sense that this sacrificial formation has nothing to do with him."
"I can also sense that there is still a hidden power here that far surpasses ours."
"Brother Chu Feng, remember this — when we were in danger, the people of this world didn't lift a finger for us. They only kicked us while we were down. Even if we died, we'd only become fodder for their idle gossip."
"So saving the people of this world has nothing to do with us either."
"Don't throw away your future for the sake of those deadweights."
"For the sake of your family, you must keep living."
"As for what you think of me?"
At this point, Song Yun fell silent. Perhaps something crossed her mind, for her eyes reddened.
Yet at the same time, a smile rose to her lips — one tinged with a trace of relief.
"It doesn't matter anymore. Even if you enter the Ninth Heavenly River too, we may never meet again."
She said it didn't matter, but in eyes already glistening with tears, there was unmistakably a deep sense of reluctance.
She said nothing more. She turned and stepped through the Gate to the Heavens, never once looking back.
The gate, seemingly having reached its limit, vanished into the sky along with Song Yun.
Though Song Yun was gone, the emotions of those gathered could not be so easily settled.
Mostly, it was lingering fear.
Before her departure, Song Yun had staged what seemed like a farce.
But was it really a farce?
It was not.
She had genuinely harbored killing intent. She had truly been about to kill — it was only Xian Miaomiao who had stopped her.