On the eve of our wedding, my fiance, Shi Chuyuan, locked me away on the Cliff of Reflection, intending to extract my immortal bones.
He said, "Your spiritual root is already destroyed. Your immortal bones are no use to you, so why not give them to A Ling to rebuild her body?"
My seven-year-old son chimed in beside him:
"Once Auntie Ling uses the immortal bones to rebuild her body, she'll have an immortal body right away. She'll become the most beautiful female immortal in the Xuan Yun Sect again!"
"Don't blame anyone, either. You owe Auntie Ling this. When you dirtied the portrait her soul possessed, didn't she suffer?"
This was the first I'd heard of a painting feeling pain.
Since that's the case, why don't the three of you try what real pain feels like?
