Fanfiction: Moyuan and Bai Qian, Book 2 - Chapter 6, Part 4 (Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms 三生三世十里桃花)

Chapter 6 - The Realm of Trials

Part 4

written by LalaLoop
consulting by Bunny
edited by kakashi

When Bai Qian opened her eyes, it was unusually quiet. During their time at the safehouse, there had never been a morning where she’d woken up before Moyuan or the sprite. One of them constantly went out tasting any berry he could find and planning mischief, and the other seemed to possess some unique magic that enabled him to wake up before the sun everyday. No matter how hard she tried, Bai Qian was always the last to get out of bed. Whenever she did, there would always be noises around the house, very quiet noises - the tea kettle, book pages being turned, windows being opened - but there usually were noises.

Had she finally managed to be the first one to wake up today? Bai Qian marveled as she sprung up from bed.

“Little Sprite,” she called.

There was no answer. Though, straining her ears, Bai Qian could hear the familiar twittering far away, somewhere outside the house. Quickly she got dressed and put her hair into the usual bun.

“Shifu,” Bai Qian called out as she emerged from her room. He was not on his bed. “Shifu…”

She proceeded out.

Moyuan was sitting at the bamboo table next to the bookshelf with a scroll in his hand. However, instead of reading, he was leaning against the table’s side, eyes closed, hoisting himself up with his other hand. Bai Qian quietly inched closer.

“Shifu,” she whispered.

What was the matter? Moyuan never slept so deeply that he could not sense someone approaching.

She knelt down in front of him and placed her hand on his arm. There were vivid signs of fatigue around his eyes, his lips awfully pale and Bai Qian noticed with a start that a drop of sweat was making its way down his temple.


Moyuan’s brows abruptly constricted. His eyelids gradually opened as he breathed in. Looking at her, he said nothing, as if still in a daze and unsure as to what time of day it was.

“Shifu, what happened? I think you’re ill.”

Not waiting for him to respond, she reached up and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead, only to immediately retract it.

She gasped. “You are ill.”

“I had to cast a spell,” he said.

“Magic?” Bai Qian could not believe her ears. “Just a few days ago you reminded me not to use magic here!”

“I know. But it was necessary.”

“What was it for?”


“Are we being followed?” she asked anxiously.

“No,” he grasped her hand on his arm, voice becoming breathless. “Don’t worry. We’re safe.”

“How strong was the spell, Shifu? You look…” Bai Qian hesitated, but then decided she was not going to lie. “You look terrible.”

“It was a strong spell.”

Pushing against the table, he tried to stand, but very quickly realized the seriousness of his situation and ceased the attempt. His eyes briefly closed.

“I think I need to lie down.”

That would be right, Bai Qian shook her head. Quickly she rose from the ground and clutched his arm to help him up, leading him to the room behind the bead curtains.

Arriving at the bed, he sank down almost instantly. More and more sweat was gathering on his forehead and his breathing was becoming labored. Bai Qian took a quick look at Moyuan’s clothes that consisted of no less than three layers at the moment, and reached to his belt. Meeting with his eyes, she said, “You should -- loosen your robes a little.”

When Moyuan said nothing, she grasped his outer robe by the lapel with both hands and, drawing closer to him, pulled it off his shoulders, then returned to his belt and untied the knot.

“Do you need a physician?” Bai Qian asked when he had lain down, kneeling and resting her arms on the bedside.

“No,” he said. “It’s just a fever, Seventeenth. It’ll pass.”

Bai Qian sighed, not bothering to hide her disapproval.

“It’s fine,” his pale lips curved into a smile, a rather short-lived one. “I only need some rest. I’ve met with worse before and I have coped on my own.”

“But… people die from fevers.”

“Mortals -- die from fevers.”


“I know it looks serious but it is nothing fatal, I promise. And mortal physicians would not know how to treat this kind of fever.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re saying, Shifu,” she said suspiciously.

Moyuan removed his hand from under the cover and gently placed it on top of hers.

“I am sorry to bother you again.”

Seriously… She dropped her head for a moment then looked back up at him, feeling many things at once, which ended with her half laughing, half sighing - here was probably the only man in the world she had known who would worry about properness before his own wellness. But the good thing was that he did seem to know what he was saying.

“I’m not bothered. Do you need medicine? The town is not far from here.”

“No,” he said again; his hand suddenly tightened a little around hers. “I’ll be well again in a day. Just… one more day...”

With those words he slowly drifted off.


The severity of the fever, which only increased as the hours passed, did not allow Bai Qian to leave the bedside for one minute. She wasn’t sure how Moyuan had coped with this alone before but he certainly looked like he was on the verge of dying now. Eyes shut tightly yet he appeared restless and uncomfortable, constantly stirring and turning. Every time he gained a little consciousness, she would ask again if he needed Zheyan, but every time he would insist that the fever would pass.

Her constant dabbing his forehead with a soaked cloth did not alter his rising temperature and by afternoon his pulse was becoming quicker than ever, striking her with great fear.

At one point Bai Qian was convinced that Moyuan no longer understood the situation and considered cloud-jumping to the Peach Blossom Garden to get Zheyan. But the recollection of immortal time made her sit back down - it would take at least several mortal days for Zheyan to get here even if she could find him right away. The fever remained persistent for the next few hours. His sleeping did not seem at all beneficial nor quiet; it appeared to be so arduous that she once or twice wanted to wake him up. Every breath he took cost a great effort and every inch of his skin was burning, sweat almost soaking the collar of his white garment.

Bai Qian figured worry and fear must have showed a great deal on her face for even the sprite was now offering to help. Absentmindedly, she told it to pick up Moyuan’s outer robes from the bed and hang them on the wooden rack.

Toward the evening there was still no alteration. The cold water had failed to reduce the fever’s violent heat. No amount of comfort she could offer would ease his pain. Panic rose in Bai Qian with every minute passing; she too was exhausted with anxiety. Knowing that disruption of powers resulted from misuse of magic rarely killed anyone, she tried to reason against fear, but in the end failed to stop herself from imagining the worst. How much can a body take, even if it is a High God? She thought with intense agitation, cursing at herself for listening to him in the first place and not fetching help sooner. It was too late now to leave him; she had no choice but to see this through on her own.

“Seventeenth...” in a state of delirium he looked at her through half open eyes. “Trust me...”

When she gave no answer he repeated the words in earnest, with difficulty though quite coherently, fixed on hearing a response from her.

Bai Qian did not know whether Moyuan was even aware of her presence, although one thing was certain at this time - he was not quite himself. She simply assured him that she had no reason not to trust him, and continued to keep a check on his pulse.

It was only near midnight, when Bai Qian was about to risk casting a healing spell so that he would be temporarily strong enough to cloud-jump along with her back to their realm, that she noticed a little improvement. His continuous shifting gradually ceased and his temperature, though only by a fraction, seemed to have dropped. She waited at the bedside for a long while, with unbroken attention, feeling his forehead once every minute. It was as though he’d just come back from a battle.

Upon realizing that the situation was no longer life-threatening, as quick as if in her fox form, Bai Qian raced to the kitchen and lighted a fire to boil some water.

“Seventeenth,” was what Bai Qian heard Moyuan’s faint voice whisper again when she had returned, in her hand a cup of warm water. Though it did not seem like he was awake, at least not entirely.

“Shifu,” she tapped on his wrist, alerting him of her presence.

His eyelids fluttered open. The fever might have gone down, but Moyuan still looked as though he was too exhausted to talk. Slipping a hand under his neck, she guided him to an upright position and brought the cup close to him. “You need to drink a little,” she insisted.

And he did so without a word, draining half of the liquid.

Lying back down, his eyes lingered on her face for a long moment, as if wishing to say something. However, claimed by fatigue completely he fell back into deep stupor.

It was then that Bai Qian remembered she had not eaten anything proper for the whole day, save for a bowl of the rice she had attempted to cook but unintentionally made into soup. Bai Qian’s only company for supper that night was the sprite, who chose to stick with its fruits rather than try any of the vegetable soup she’d made. After a minute of feeling incredibly offended, she remembered that sprites did not eat human made food.

“I don’t know what they're talking about,” said Bai Qian to the sprite as she swallowed a spoonful of the soup, feeling more cheerful than if the Dark Immortal had been caught. “I’m not that bad a cook.”

Not wanting to sleep lest Moyuan’s fever return, Bai Qian picked a scroll from the shelf and stayed be the bedside. She fell asleep nonetheless, though only for a few hours before rays of sunlight sneaked through the window cracks, signaling a new day.

The first thing Bai Qian did the moment she opened her eyes was reaching to his forehead to feel his temperature again. Still high, but it had gone down a great deal since last night. She let her head fall and hit the slats of the scroll she had fallen asleep on in great relief - this would be something worth mentioning the next time Moyuan told her not to use magic in the mortal realm.

She remained by his side for a long while into the morning in fear of a relapse, watching his every movement closely. She herself no longer felt any fatigue despite an almost sleepless night. When it was clear from Moyuan’s steady sleep and the signs of recovery in his appearance that the brutal consequence of casting a spell in this realm was over, she removed her doubts and with a deep sigh of satisfaction, began to think about what to do next.

Breakfast, Bai Qian thought, rubbing her eyes and standing up.

It was true that she did not like the prospect of cleaning dishes very much, but now that she was looking at making edible food, Bai Qian was starting to wish she could clean instead. She’d never had to cook for anyone beside herself and if this was to be her first try, Bai Qian would rather make that claw-loving king try her food than give it to Moyuan, especially when he was sick in bed and had no choice but to eat any food given to him.

Looking around at the options they had for food in the kitchen, it occurred to her that there was not much to choose from: some mantou doughs she had bought the other day and some vegetables that would only last one meal.

Bai Qian opened the small wooden barrel next to the stove. There was only about two small scoops left. They had not thought to get more rice. Even though Bai Qian was the one who suggested buying some food to store in the house, she’d never really believed they would need it since the town was not that far away. The only thing they always remembered to keep was a full stock of tea.

Bai Qian lifted the tea container’s lid - the tea too had run short.

It took about one half of an hour to get to the city, Bai Qian thought as she tiptoed back into the bedroom and retrieved her cape from the rack. She could cheat a little and fly a distance without anyone noticing. That should not cause any severe consequences to her powers. Moyuan would certainly need something to eat once he was awake, and the berries the sprite had been picking were not an option.

On her way out, Bai Qian took a brief glance at him. And she wished she had not. Seeing him sleeping so peacefully made her not want to leave, not even for a short trip to town. She wanted to be here and be able to tell him to go back to sleep if he should try to prove he was well again by getting out of bed. Somehow she had a feeling he needed this kind of reminder from her.

Unable to resist, she stepped back and quietly sat down at the bedside. Her eyes travelled from his unguarded expression to one of his hands that was resting along his side.


Bai Qian looked up. The little sprite was carrying a sack toward her - the one she had taken along on her last trip to the city.

“Thank you,” she said, standing up, and took the sack. But then, recalling this sprite’s tendency to play pranks on just about anyone, Bai Qian held the sack away from herself and flapped it once to see if there was anything hidden inside.

“Hmpf,” she chuckled - it was just an empty sack.

Returning to the kitchen, Bai Qian picked up a small piece of charcoal from the stove and scribbled a note explaining where she would be gone to. Then she shook the piece of paper to get rid of the black particles and placed it underneath the teapot.

Chirp! There was a tug at Bai Qian’s hair, making her turn around just when she was heading for the door. The sprite was looking stunned.

“I need you to stay here,” she whispered. He began to protest loudly. It was obvious he thought she was going on an exciting trip and leaving him behind.

“Stay,” Bai Qian insisted, putting a finger to her lips. “I need you to look after him. I’ll be back in less than an hour.”

He swirled around at the bed, sighing and grunting in indignation. Then he pulled a face at her that said something along the line of ‘most boring job in the world’.

“I’m leaving now,” she said. But the sprite had flown a distance away and was now not bothering to answer her.


It was when Bai Qian was standing in the center of the main street, looking around at the various shops, that she remembered she did not know where to get rice. She and Zilan had never had to buy rice on any of their trips. They would usually settle for meals at a restaurant for convenience. Tea, though, Bai Qian nodded to herself, she could go straight to the teahouse Xiaocheng worked at and buy some. Then, he would be able to show her which of these shops sold rice.

The delicious smells of mantou and other pastries hit her nose. Bai Qian turned to her left, where the bread shop stood and picked up her pace. When she was about to enter the shop, though, a familiar face caught her attention. And even though he was rather far from where she stood, Bao Qian recognized that carefree smile immediately.

Master Gejing, she frowned. It had been several days since the Lantern Festival, Bai Qian had thought he’d left the city. He was now examining some merchandises from a stall, conversing cheerfully with the vendor.

While still wondering whether she should come over to greet the man, Bai Qian’s eyes caught sight of something else - two figures standing a few stalls away from the bread shop, unmoving, staring in the same direction as her.

“Hmm,” her brows pulled together.

At this time, Gejing moved on to the next stall. The two figures quickly took a few strides forward, then stopped behind a fortuneteller’s sign and continued to observe him.

I see.

There was no indication from their clothing as to which clan they were from. Bai Qian pressed her lips together as she saw the two of them whispering to each other. Moyuan had warned that there would be unwanted visits from Luoji’s people and the Demons if Gejing did not leave soon. Right, no one with good intention would stand in the shade and spy on someone else like this.

In the distance, Gejing finished his purchase and was starting to walk away. Just as she had thought, the two strange figures picked up their steps and followed him instantly. Nervousness rising to her head, she quietly went after them. This Master Gejing might be older than her, but their first meeting had given her the impression he was more of a scholar than a fighter. Whoever these two immortals were, they certainly were not here to invite him to a banquet.

Gejing was not heading to the city’s gate. Instead, Bai Qian noticed, he was walking on the road that led to the bookhouse. It soon became less crowded. Chatter, the clip-clopping of horse hooves and cartwheels were left behind as they moved away from the crowd of people. Keeping a considerable distance from the two snoops, who in turn maintained themselves away from Gejing, Bai Qian kept her footsteps as light as possible.

Master Gejing made a few turns here and there, leading them into a quiet area with tall stone fences; it was indeed the road to the bookhouse, which should lie a few blocks away. Did Gejing know he was being followed? Surely these men planned to confront him at some point? They could not keep spying on him forever.

As soon as they reached a large and empty corner of the road, Gejing suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood quiet with no indication of surprise or fear. Bai Qian quickly ceased to walk too and hid herself behind the curve of the wall, hand placed on the grip of her sword. It seemed Gejing had become aware of his pursuers, although he did not bother looking back or make any movement at all except for a slight shake of his head. Knowing they had been spotted the two men lifted themselves with a whoosh, and landed in front of Gejing the next second, shedding their disguise. What used to be ordinary clothing were now black robes with weapons hung at their belts.

“Demon spies,” said Gejing, voice stable and with a hint of humor. “What brings you here?”

“You are Gejing,” came one of the Demons’ response.

“I think I know my own name.”

Ignoring the remark - or it could easily have been they had no idea how idiotic Gejing was making them look - the other Demon went on in the same raspy voice as the first.

“Tell us what you told him.”

“Who do you work for? Zhongyin or some dark magic lover who operates in secret?”

“We know the God of War has been to see you --” the Demon gritted his teeth, lunging forward and pointing his sword at Gejing -- “What did you tell him about our Queen?”

“Ahh, Zhongyin then,” Gejing nodded with a smirk. “Why? Is your own search not going well? Is that why Zhongyin sent you here to fetch the knowledge about soul-gathering from me?”

Bai Qian’s grip on her sword loosened. What were they talking about?

“Tell us what we need to know now.”


“Or you won’t make it out of this realm alive.”

“You Demons are not really good at negotiating, are you.”

Out of patience, both Demons charged forward.

Bai Qian gasped for air. She did not have time to think about their conversation. Unsheathing her sword, she dashed out from her hiding place.

“You…” shock flickered across Gejing’s face as his eyes met hers, but the struggle with the Demons quickly claimed his attention again.

For a man who looked like he had spent more time reading than with sword practice, Gejing appeared impressively skilled with the blade. He blocked fatal blows from both Demons and managed to throw incredible forces back at them. Though after a few exchanges with the Demons, Bai Qian was glad she had followed them here. These spies seemed to be one of those she, Yanzhi and Zilan had encountered in that mortal forest - highly trained and with extreme speed. There was no telling how Gejing could have held up against them without her help.

Bai Qian thrust her sword in just in time to stop one Demon’s from slashing his back. Swinging his arm sideway, Gejing struck him at the neck, throwing him against the wall.

Turning to the other one, Bai Qian ducked a blow, aimed a kick at his abdomen and disarmed him with a summoning spell. His sword flew into her grip instantly. Taking advantage of his bafflement, she advanced, and with one last strike, sent him toward the wall. With a thud, he fell next to his comrade.

Without utilizing their immortal powers to the fullest, these Demons were significantly less efficient than the ones who had abducted her and Zilan.

“Thank you,” said Gejing, collecting his sword. “You just used a spell,” he pointed out.

“Just a small one,” she replied. “It shouldn’t do any harm. I thought you left after the Lantern Festival, Master Gejing,” said Bai Qian as they both stepped closer to the Demons. One completely unconscious and the other choking in pain.

“That was the plan,” he said. “But the local school needed my help so I decided it wouldn’t hurt to stay a few more days. I was just going to collect some things from the bookhouse before leaving.”

“You really should be careful on the way, sir,” she slid her sword back into its sheath. “These spies are dangerous and they don’t exactly treat hostages well even if they need information from them.”

“I know,” Gejing smirked. It suddenly dawned on Bai Qian that despite his combat skills, this man was much older than her and probably knew more about how spies operated than she did. Her face flushed hot. “Once I get to an immortal realm,” he continued. “It should be easier to cloud-jump should the need arise.”

“Master Gejing, what were they talking about --”

A cackle of laughter interrupted her question. They both looked down at the ground and saw the conscious Demons eyeing them with satisfaction on his crude, scarred face, choking as he laughed.

“Our Steward is right after all then,” the Demon spat. “The God of War does not forget our Queen. He cannot. But he’s too much of a coward to admit it to anyone.”

He began to laugh again, more loudly, his whole body trembled and the sound that came from his throat seemed to hurt him.

“You tell the God of War he will never succeed. Even if he does, our Queen would never forgive him for what he did to her, what you Celestials have done to our tribe,” his voice drawled. “Rushing here and there to look for bits of her soul, isn’t he. Has he found any? Trying to look like he’s been regretting his choice all this time but still respecting the laws of the universe, isn’t he? Well he’s not fooling anyone. But we will find her. We will find her first --”

Gejing dropped on his knee, raised a hand and pressed his fingers down on the Demon’s temple, rendering him unconscious instantly. The act made Bai Qian’s eyes snap shut for a moment, as if she herself had been struck. She could not understand what had just been said. Was this a joke? Was this Demon trying to say Moyuan had been… A terrible cold started to form in her guts and slowly spread inch by inch. Why was Master Gejing responding to this nonsense so indifferently? Any Celestial would have laughed at this Demon’s accusation at the very least, let alone someone as close to Moyuan as him. Why had he not given this Demon a piece of his mind? That was an insult, an insult to suggest that someone like Moyuan had been violating natural laws for a Demon Queen. Unless… The cold had now reached both of Bai Qian’s hands.

Gejing drew from his sleeve pocket a small vial and shook it a few times. A rattling sound issued from within.

“What is it, Master Gejing?” asked Bai Qian.

“High God Zheyan’s Pills of Oblivion,” he uncorked the vial. “Wipe away short-term memories. It’s best we let them forget they ever met us here.”

“Mas… Master Gejing…” Bai Qian stuttered as she watched him thrust a tiny pill into the Demon's mouth then turn to the other one.


Bai Qian took in several breaths, her lips unable to keep up with the speed in which questions were racing through her mind.

“What they said… about the Demon Queen --” her breathing suddenly stopped.

Gejing stood up and took a large gulp of air, facing her. The jolly expression she had seen on his face the first time they’d met was nowhere to be found.

“Has High God Moyuan ever told you about the Demon Queen and what happened during the last Demon War?” he asked.

Bai Qian nodded, still holding her breath.

“Did he tell you everything?”

Everything…? Bai Qian felt as if she was going into a Lightning Trial with her magic sealed. It was as plain as day now that he had not told her everything. The unknown, this suspense, was squeezing all the strength out of her heart even though it was beating faster than ever.

“He told me about the sea of fire --” she whispered. “The Dark Immortal trapped them all --”

There was a silence longer than Bai Qian expected as Master Gejing looked at her.

“Then he has told you what he would not tell other people,” he stated. “You understand, then?”

“Understand what?”

The man turned away from her gaze.

“That High God Moyuan did not mean for her to die.”

“So you know of her too,” said Bai Qian, her hands starting to tremble.

“I do. Not a day goes by that my Senior does not regret what happened. Do you know this?”

Bai Qian did not have an idea how to respond to this. She knew it, of course. She had seen it in his eyes - pain and regret. But at the same time she did not know this woman. No, she could not feel Moyuan’s regret the way Zheyan or Donghua did. To say that she knew would be an exaggeration.

“I -- suppose so,” she said.

“High God Moyuan trusts you,” Gejing remarked. “Else he would not have let you know anything about that night or the Demon Queen. The only other people I have ever known to have his confidence are High God Zheyan and Lord Donghua.”

Bai Qian said nothing. She waited, waited in deafening silence for him to continue.

“High God Moyuan spoke to me before about the gathering of the soul and how it can be aided by external magic,” he said, keeping his eyes in the distance. “This is also what the Demons are searching for. They want a device -- a magic that can track the burned fragments of their queen’s spirit.”

“Why would he -- why would High God Moyuan want that information?” asked Bai Qian. Although, deep down in her sinking heart, she felt she already knew the answer - a small suspicion that had always been there but never made it passed her logics, her trust in him. “What the Demons are searching for is forbidden magic,” she stated instinctively before Gejing could reply, her voice was shaking so much she felt like choking. “It doesn’t matter who does it, it’s dangerous and it disturbs the balance of this world.”

“I know,” was Gejing’s answer. “And High God Moyuan knows as much. You must understand, Bai Qian of Qingqiu, that there are forces of energies we immortals cannot comprehend, magic not even immortal scholars of the highest rank have studied. Not everything is included in a volume of text. What is labelled ‘forbidden’ is more or less the unknown.”

“No good thing has ever come from trying to bring back a soul from the Nothingness, that is not unknown.”

“By the textbook,” Gejing said. “But High God Moyuan will not let the realms be disturbed. He knows enough to keep what he protects from harm. The only thing at risk is his own powers.”

“Are you —” Bai Qian shook her head. She could not process the information fast enough. Not too long ago, they had been talking about the gathering of the soul by a device and similar methods. Again and again she’d heard it called impossible and a violation. No one except the Demons could mention the subject without flinching at the prospect. “Master Gejing, are you saying that he is considering the possibility? That he believes the Demon Queen could return and is… is looking for a way to aid her?”

What had she just said? Bai Qian shuddered. She wanted to choke on her own words. She had never uttered something that made less sense in her life.

“‘Believe’?” Gejing sighed. It was hard to tell whether he was replying to her or only thinking out loud. Then, facing her again, he said, “true, I don’t think he has ever stopped believing in that possibility.”

Slipping deeper into bewilderment, Bai Qian kept her eyes glued to Gejing’s face and forced her mind to think rather than panic. Even though screaming out loud was all she felt like doing. This man was telling her Moyuan was engaging in something forbidden, an absolute offense against natural laws. Piecing back together a soul against the will of Fate - an act perceived as equivalent to tearing apart an innocent soul. Perhaps even worse. Pulling a soul back when the Nothingness had claimed it was a violation on a much greater scale, something that bore unknown punishment, the very thing they all wanted to prevent the Demons from doing. And what frightened her the most was that she could not find any trace of a lie in Gejing’s words or manner. He was a Junior of Moyuan, and more than that, a confidant, someone who also knew of the complications around the Demon Queen’s death. It seemed to her… Bai Qian bit down on her lip… it seemed to her that he was well aware of the danger and the wrongness Moyuan was plunging into, but was powerless against Moyuan’s will. The God of War wanted the knowledge; and he had given him the knowledge with faith in Moyuan’s character, the belief that he would know when to stop so as not to cause any consequences for the uninvolved. But did he?

Blood curses, forbidden spells, dark devices, and countless other dreadful scenarios started to manifest in her mind.

“You told High God Moyuan of this magic the Demons are seeking?” she asked. “You know it?”

“I told him what I know about magical energies. I have told him my view, my advice on the matter. How to carry out this task successfully and whether or not he should do it is his decision.”

Her voice became hoarse as she spoke, her throat dry from her rapid breathing, her heart pounding out of her chest. A murkiness was engulfing her mind like fog in an already pitch black forest.

“Has he made this decision?”

“The Demon Queen’s death is High God Moyuan’s greatest regret. He would offer his life in exchange for hers if given the chance.”

Chapter 6, Part 5