Chapter 938: Mending the Dao with Love

Blood-tinged winds howled; smoke and clouds roiled. Across the desolate sweep of heaven and earth, an ancient dirge seemed to drift, distant and mournful, carried away with the passing of a young beauty whose light had been snuffed out too soon. Amid mountains scarred and ruined, figures filled the sky like a surging tide. They were lofty immortals, far above ordinary folk, yet not one of them pitied the living. Who am I? Who am I? On the blood-red ground, Frank Yale cradled Liu Ruyan, her body...