The Nujiang River changed its course, submerging the Imperial Mausoleum and flooding the land for hundreds of miles. Su Chen walked on the water, heading back the way he came, toward Jinjiang City.
He couldn't find her.
Still, he couldn't find her.
Gazing toward the banks by Jinjiang City, he couldn't even see Cyan Sparrow's Longevity Fire.
He did, however, find Little Turtle.
Little Turtle, the color of black jade, cut through the waves toward him. It bit Su Chen's trouser leg, spinning around frantically and gesturing anxiously about something.
Su Chen understood, but he refused to believe it.
Cyan Sparrow… had been swept away by the flood.
Soon.
Su Chen followed Little Turtle to the riverbank outside Jinjiang City. There lay a shattered carriage and hundreds, even thousands, of bloated corpses.
Su Chen searched through them, one by one.
Not her.
Still not her.
Not a single one was Cyan Sparrow.
"Did she... die?"
Su Chen asked Little Turtle.
