“I've already lost all my believers. Believing in me won't do you any good, it might even bring disaster. Do you know? Even my friend has left me.”

"Eight thousand temples burned for seven days and seven nights, and burned until there was nothing left. From that moment on, the martial god who guarded peace and safety vanished, and a God of Misfortune who brought disasters was born."

"Um…Your Highness, excuse my boldness, but why do you care what they think? Today they think in such a way, tomorrow they’ll think another."

"I’ve given you chances!"

Xie Lian grinned, but didn’t say anything, and didn’t rebuke either. He only said, “To have beauty exist in this world is already in itself something to be grateful for.”

Xie Lian indeed knew. No matter what, the three of them grew up together, cultivated together, and couldn’t be more familiar with each other’s forms and moves. Even if they didn’t see a face, they could still be over eighty percent certain!

Before he left he even wrote a line in big letters upon the most conspicuous wall of the Palace of Ling Wen: “The number one Ghost King of the three realms the Green Ghost Qi Rong was here”.

“Will you please not force me. I’m only speaking the truth. Everyone has their own views; no one was born destined to be the righteous path of the mortal realm, orbiting around another persons, but others might not be the same as you.”

“Friend of women A trusty companion Ask for a son Most powerful is he The secret formula To bolster masculinity A son in your prayers Nan Yang delivers. Ahaha, ahaha, ahahahahahaha...”

The Flower-Crowned Martial God: Sword in one hand, flower in the other. Shi Qingxuan only remembered the flower, but had forgotten. Xie Lian had ascended because of his sword.

Feng Xin saw Mu Qing was petrified and unmoving, and shouted, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE, RUN!” Guoshi berated, “Feng Xin, you little idiot, how can he run with those injuries on his legs?” Feng Xin was shocked. “FUCK! I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT!”

A silver butterfly flew over errantly, lightly brushing the back of his handn his cheek, his forehead, full of affectionate longing, as if it was whispering goodbyes. Xie Lian extended a hand numbly, and let it rest on his hand.

"Only after having met you did I rediscover that it's such a simple thing to be happy."

師青玄目光呆滯地盯著前方神颱上的一排骨灰壇，以及地上那兩把支離破碎的扇子，許久，訥訥地道：“……我想死。” 賀玄冷然道：“你想的倒美。”

Shi Qing Xuan was tongue-tied, unable to speak, and a moment later, he sobbed as he pushed Ming Yi, "Ming-Xiong… Ming-Xiong! Ming-Xiong, what’s wrong? Pull yourself together, wake up!"

I can’t feel their pain, but if my desire to help them wasn’t sincere, why in the world would I give up being a heavenly official and find trouble for myself down here??? Never in his life had he ever been stabbed by another’s words, and never had he been wronged like this

"Cousin why are you so mad? It’s not like you’d die from a stab wound, hehehehehehe!"

His questions were met by silence, not a soul to give him answers. It seemed that the young boy had expected as much and, slowly, dropped his head. To his surprise, a voice from above broke through the dead silence: “If you don’t know how to live on anymore, then live for me.”

When Xie Lian thought Hua Cheng probably really didn’t live past eighteen, his hands trembled lightly. Just then, a hand came reaching forward, and gently covered the frosty back of his hands.

Mu Qing gathered his courage, looking like someone was choking his neck, forcing him to speak, and he said stiffly, “Isn’t that normal? You certainly...are rather amazing. You’re...also...a better person than me. Long story short, I...very much wanted..to become your f-f-friend.