The Immortal God of Death
The meeting is a farewell bell

The day keeps changing. Xin Zhao is still in the process of recovery. The flow of spiritual energy within his body was severely injured as a result of being hit by a terrifying attack a few days ago. He had been in the temple for 12 days at Chen's residence. He was eager to return to his cabin on the river of death, but the emperor refused. He did not let himself go leaving the temple until his body was completely recovered.

Even until the day changes. On the 13th day. Xin Zhao had already started to get agitated. I was tired of being in the temple. There's nothing he can do. Not only that, during his time at the temple, Xin Zhao had never met a figure that continued to haunt his mind. Yes, who else if not the son of the emperor Huai Chen. Every morning, Xin Zhao would often see Chyou Chen leave his temple. Xin Zhao was eager to meet her. I don't know. It seems that it will not be possible.

The next day. As the rain stopped when it sent a drizzle down, the sky slowly brightened and the cold morning atmosphere slowly touched the skin. But Xin Zhao soaked in warm water, hot steam billowing on the surface of the water, gently wrapping around her delicate skin.

Xin Zhao buried his head. After returning to his room, he went behind a bulkhead which then changed his clothes there. He was getting ready, because today was the last day he was in this temple. His body condition has improved. However the spiritual energy within his body was still not working properly. He walked out of his room while muttering in his mind.

“Huh” Xin Zhao took a deep breath when her eyes saw the door of the hall that had opened wide. He paused for a moment and then resumed his footsteps.

But when Xin Zhao was already in the temple grounds, he realized that the atmosphere of the temple was very different. I haven't seen anyone since this morning. His head turned to and fro, looking for someone but finding no one.

“Interest in returning? What about your wounds?” ask a man who has come out of nowhere.

The presence as well as the man's questioning made Xin Zhao's attention distractible. “T-Young master Chen?” he was shocked to see the emperor's son returning to the temple dressed in a suit full of dried up blood. Not only in his clothes, but on your face has also been covered in blood stains that have dried.

“Do you already want to go?”

Xin Zhao nodded slowly. “Of course. I have to go back to the lodge, sir. My two older brothers would be very worried if they continued to be in this temple”

“Mn. Alright. Be careful lah”

The tone of voice that sounded soft and very flat, made Xin Zhao a little frightened. “Mn mister” Xin Zhao lowered her head, then her trembling right hand slowly tried to give something to the man. “P-clothes you provide. I found that jade in his pocket”

Chyou Chen grabbed the Jade, then looked around for a bit. “How about her clothes? Is that too big for you?”

“No. The clothes you provide are very suitable for my body size”

“Once ya” he put the jade into the sleeve pouch in his clothes. “You look very suitable when using that outfit”

“Hah?” Xin Zhao with his puzzled face responded to the man's remark. His eyes looked up at the sanding with the question he was asking. “Clothes?”

“What do you mean? This outfit? The clothes you gave me?” his mouth was silent for a moment pausing in the middle of his speech. “Did we ever meet before her?”

“You look very similar to his”

Xin Zhao “...”.

“Sorry. I didn't go to see you then. I think I've taken good care of you. Once you get to the cottage, rest lah”

Xin Zhao was silent for a moment when he saw this expression of the man in front of him. “...It's okay my master. Your generosity is enough for me”

“Why? …Why do you do such a thing? You know, something like that could've killed you. If the spiritual energy within your body does not respond to your wounds quickly, you will never be able to see this world again”

“Why?”

Chyou Chen shifted his eye bead. Stare straight with a slightly furrowed forehead towards the man in front of her. “Why?” reset her.

“Why did you save me? The life of a lowly resident like me is also not profitable for you. Why are you doing her?”

He could only take a deep breath when he heard the man finish his sentence. “...Stop talking nonsense!! The cultivation you learn in the anomalia region makes your spiritual rise to the scarlett the ruler stage. I want to see, how long you are able to control the cultivation of darkness within your body without losing control. Because somehow, the cultivation that you are currently mastering is quite a terrible cultivation. No one managed to master it except for her” her face smiled softly. His legs moved and walked over his right shoulder. “Back to the cottage. Both of your older brothers have been waiting for your return home” said her in sanding with legs that continue to walk away from her.

Seeing the man's back drifting away. Make himself quiet. No stranger, but hearing the man's words talking about the dark spiritual energy felt a bit strange. He seemed to know a lot about demons living in this cultivation world.

Muttering for a moment, then Xin Zhao again continued her journey towards the cottage where she lived. Throughout the trip nothing strange happened. However, the closer he got to the forest gate of the river of death. Streams of darkness spiritual energy flowed into his body. The plunge in spiritual energy created a stinging sensation within his chest. It feels like stabbing. However, Xin Zhao did not want to rest there. He immediately quickened his pace, sanding it with blood that came out slowly from his forehead. Don't ask how much pain he is feeling. What is clear is that even if power does not hold him, he can die in pain.

After walking far enough. Finally Xin Zhao arrived at his cottage. The atmosphere was gloomy, the doors of his cottage were also wide open. With hesitation, he tried to step closer to his cottage, until something shocking happened. I don't know what happened before. Xin Zhao knew nothing. As soon as he arrived at his cottage, he was immediately treated to a horrifying sight in his cottage. His two brothers were lying in a pool of fresh reddish blood. Xin Zhao was stunned, he was so fixated with the scene in front of him at this moment. His legs stiffened to make him fall on his knees.

“A-What happened?”