After the Soul-Binding Lamp Went Out Three Thousand Times, She Finally Panicked

I died on a snowy night, ten years after meeting Bai Zhen.

I spent more than three thousand days and nights turning a demoness hated by all into a pure and aloof saintess.

Yet she drove the Soul-Severing Blade into my chest with her own hands.

She watched coldly as my blood stained the vast blanket of snow red.

She called me a demon. She said that as long as I lived, there could be no peace under heaven.

After I died, Bai Zhen, who had never believed in the gods, sealed my body in the Frozen Pool.

She came to see me every day, as if she were afraid I might come back to life.

But she also placed the Soul-Binding Lamp beside me, burning it night after night with her spiritual blood.

I thought she might be afraid my soul would escape the Frozen Pool.

But she didn’t know that this time, I would never come back.

On the three-thousandth night after the Soul-Binding Lamp went out, she finally clutched my cold body and wept in despair:

“Master, I’ll give you my life in return. Please wake up and talk to me, all right?”