Mo Xuan took a step forward and raised his hand to sweep towards the candlestick on the table. The golden candlestick fell to the ground, and the jumping flames instantly licked the brocade curtain next to it. The orange-red flames spread at an alarming speed, and soon dyed half of the Buddhist hall red. She watched the firelight climb up the robe of the Buddha statue, with a look of determination to die together on her face, and murmured in her mouth, as if she was telling her sister in Nandu: "Sister, if there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife, it would be great for us to meet each other."
The fire became more and more intense, swallowing up everything in the Buddhist hall, including her thin figure. The last drop of blood tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, fell on the burning brocade, and instantly turned into ashes.
In the palace, Sheng Xiyue was wearing a purple robe embroidered with dark patterns. Her long black hair hung down her shoulders, and her hair was stained with blood beads. The copper bell around her waist followed her steps, and each sound struck the heart of the person. Random arrows penetrated her chest, with a smile on her lips. She closed her eyes and let the severe pain sweep through her body, ending this short period of being controlled by others.
Candles burned down the Buddhist hall, random arrows ended their lives, and the two twin sisters returned to the same destination through different routes.
If they were to suffer the same fate all over again, they would never let others manipulate them again, but would firmly hold their fate in their own hands.
