At the Shoushan Dojo, a woman in green robes gazed at the man in green robes lying on the bed before her.
His brow was furrowed, as though he were resisting something. A moment later, he fainted.
The woman in green recalled something her master had once told her: every so often, he would enter the mortal world to temper his mortal heart.
She herself was someone he had met and taken in during his previous time in the mortal world.
Her master had said that the cultivation technique he practiced was a little strange. The higher his cultivation and realm, the colder his nature became.
That was why he needed to enter the mortal world every so often to temper his mortal heart and preserve his humanity.
Now, remembering her master’s recent unusual words and behavior,
she realized that if she did nothing, she would lose him sooner or later.
At the thought, she was overcome with panic.
A moment later, as though she had suddenly remembered something, the woman in green hurriedly performed a wondrous technique for divining the secrets of heaven.
She spat out a mouthful of blood essence. Most of her cultivation began to vanish, and in the blink of an eye her hair turned white.
As her cultivation regressed and her lifespan dwindled, she seemed to learn something from her divination that she could not accept.
“What? ... Why? Why did it turn out this way?”
After a long while, she looked at her unconscious master’s pale face and seemed to come to a decision.
With that thought, she hesitated no longer.
“Master, since Qingwu is destined to part from you, let me leave you with the most precious memory of my life.”
With that, she hurried over to her unconscious master. There was no time to lose; she had to strike while the iron was hot.
While her master’s human and divine consciousnesses were in disarray, and knowing that he would forget everything once he woke up.
