At that time, in the suburbs, an oilcloth carriage was swaying forward. Sitting in the car was Xiao Ruyi. Her face was as pale as Sanniang had seen in her dream. At this time, she moved her lips and uttered a long string of spells, gradually injecting a touch of silver brilliance into a small scroll drawn in white, and the brilliance of the room changed from prosperity to decline. Ruyi was finally relieved and smiled as the originally black and white woman in the scroll took on a layer of color. Juanji closed his eyes and murmured: "Yuhuan, no matter how many lives you live, no matter whether you have gone against the destiny or not, I will never let you go beyond redemption."
The carriage and horse rocked a long way, carrying Ruyi to an unknown distant place.