The Beloved One?

"I know you must be from the Qing-Yun Realm. Aren't you!" Xiu of Heavens blandly spoke, "Have you ever heard the bloodshed seven thousand years ago in the Qing-Yun Realm?"

Xiu-Er sounded indifferent, but her eyes were sharp. She looked at the woman in white. "So, please do not push me too hard! Otherwise, when I get to know who you are… Your sect, your family, your friends, your brother and sisters…"

She stepped forward slowly.

While walking, she spoke word by word, "They won't die. I can assure you, those people will live a long time. They will live for ten thousand years! They can not live even one day less."

She approached the woman in white as she blandly said, "Because that is my fate. Do you understand what I mean?"

The woman in white shook.

She knew. She understood what Xiu-Er meant.

She truly did. She totally did.

Seven thousand years ago, there was a girl who made a bloodshed in the Qing-Yun Realm.