Chapter 42 Delicate Ashes

The Spirit Snake was a hundred and forty-two years old, in midsummer, on the fifth day.

These past few days, the face and voice of my master echoed relentlessly in my mind.

There was also my deceased father, and that little girl before she died calling out to me, "Mother, it hurts...", and then...

I felt like I had fallen into a kind of madness.

But, I... seemed to have found an answer.

The demon, Yun Meng is a demon.

Over the years, demon beasts have killed countless members of our clan.

Before the death of my master, I had promised him that I would lead our clan out of the Three Thousand Great Mountains.

Now, am I to abandon the ambition my master and I painstakingly pursued for hundreds of years for the sake of my feelings for a demon beast?

To save the life of a demon beast, should I let my people continue to suffer in the Three Thousand Great Mountains?

The Spirit Snake was a hundred and forty-two years old, in midsummer, on the seventh day.