Looking at Yun Youyou's disappearing shadow, a dark flash passed through Su Mo's eyes.
Su Mo did not chase after Yun Youyou because he wanted to give her some time to sort things through. He knew clearly that he could not request much from her.
The Hong Qingxuan who lost her memories wasn't the past Hong Qingxuan anymore. He could not force too much on her and had to give her some time to accept things.
Furthermore, Su Mo believed that Yun Youyou wouldn't leave things as they were. She would definitely find him again.
Su Mo kept the Dark Sky Spiritual Coffin and stood on the peak of the mountain as he blankly stared down at the lush green forest below him.
A short while later, Su Mo sat down cross-legged on the mountain peak.
Waving his hands, a corpse that was split into two appeared in the air. It was Yang Tianwei's corpse.
There was a large pool of blood around Yang Tianwei's corpse. It was fresh blood that flowed from his wounds.