Yu Chen knew the consequence of failure: dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, the great Dao that came from heaven and earth will return to heaven and earth.
He closed his eyes, bent down, and kowtowed, "If I fail, then let it be Yu Chen's return to nature."
The turquoise butterfly in the palm of the Carefree Ancestor flew to Yu Chen, its transparent wings glimmering faintly.
Yu Chen's body transformed into a streak of flowing light, merging into the butterfly. Then, the butterfly flew back to the Carefree Ancestor's palm, slowly regressing into a cocoon.
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"Master, where is Mistress? When are we going to find her?"
On a certain street in White Emperor City, Zhuge Hong curiously asked.
Fan Wubing corrected, "It's the future Mistress." Then immediately thought this wasn't right either and rephrased, "Whether she's Mistress or not is still unsure."
Zhuge Hong widened her eyes, "Won't you marry her?"
