Qingben's Enchanting Peak Summoner

"Yue, why?" A sharp dagger was inserted into Cang's left chest, and the golden blood flowed along his pale skin and infected his white robes. A slender plain hand held the handle of the dagger. After twisting it for a while, she pulled out the dagger with a normal expression. Drops of golden blood dripped down the tip of the dagger onto Cang's face. His blood was still warm. But his heart was never as desolate as it was now. "Without a heart, you can still live forever. But I can't. I will grow old and I will die." The woman holding the dagger threw away the dagger in her hand and reached into the sky with trembling hands...