Duan Yanran sat by the side, saying nothing. She didn't know what she could say, her mood heavy, undoubtedly.
The casualties at Emperor Mountain were too severe. Ceasing hostilities now was only a temporary truce. Once the time was right, it would be time for revenge.
"Husband." Duan Yanran stood up, walked over to her husband, sat on his lap, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and leaned in to say: "I know what you're thinking."
"And I know you're reminded of past sorrows."
"Your personal guards, the Four Great Killing Gods, have all perished. The others of the Three Emperors and Six Gods are gone too."
"We've been reborn in this life, we can actually let go."
"Our Second Realm is full of talent. Re-cultivating the Three Emperors and Six Gods, even the Four Great Killing Gods, is not impossible."
"When life and path are gone, they are indeed gone. Even with heaven-defying treasures, without the soul, resurrection is nearly impossible."
