When the Red Thread Breaks, She Chooses the Mirror Heaven Emperor

Zhao Huaizhen tied a red cord only once in his life. At the temple fair, Yun Ying tied it around his wrist, smiling brightly. “One for each of us. If we get separated, we'll recognize each other by these.” Later, she went to Chang'an, and he entered the Super Nine Gates. He fought his way through the Eight Heavenly Emperor's Gates, one by one. Cao Cao held back, Yang Jian let him pass, and Chi Cha gave him a new cord. At last, at the Ninth Gate, Mirror Heavenly Emperor asked him, “Is that little girl in Chang'an doing well?” He paused for a moment. That was all it took for him to lose. The red cord snapped, his martial arts were ruined, and he was gone. In Chang'an, Yun Ying stared at the red cord that had suddenly snapped around her wrist. She said nothing. The next day, she took up her spear and set out along the same road he had walked. First Gate: Pei QInhu. Second Gate: Nuwa. Third Gate: Haiyue. At the Eighth Gate, Lan looked at her and said only, “He's waiting for you.” Before the Ninth Gate, Mirror Heavenly Emperor looked at the broken red cord on her wrist. “Are you here to take his place?” Yun Ying tightened her grip on her spear. “No. I'm here to finish the fight he couldn't.” Behind her stood Cheng Yaojin with his axe, Li Yuanfang with his flying chakrams, Cao Cao with his longsword, and Yang Jian with his three-pointed spear. Every person in the prison stood behind her. “Girl, your master will go with you.” “Finding the way is my job.” “We've been through an overpowered gate. We know how dark it is in there.” “So we'll light the way for you.” As she thrust her spear, she heard a voice in the wind: “How can you be so foolish?” The red cord was broken, but he was still there.