Qing Lian looked at the snake. She didn't know what it was thinking.
But she knew her own mind. As she saw it, saving the snake was all that mattered.
Whether it would repay her kindness or turn on her was unimportant.
She had saved it simply for the sake of saving it.
It was what she wanted to do. It didn't trouble anyone, nor did it harm anyone.
'But I feel like I'm being a little disobedient.'
Her Holy Sister had told her so many things. She knew her sister was probably right, but she just wouldn't listen.
'I'm so willful. Is this what they call a rebellious phase?'
Qing Lian didn't understand, and maybe she would never have the chance to, because she was about to die.
However, just then, a Golden Light flared from Qing Lian's body, and the snake was instantly thrown back.
A blade of wind followed, slicing the snake to bits.
Qing Lian froze. She turned and saw a fellow Daoist with disheveled hair.
'He must have just been blown over by the wind.'
