Chapter 5063 — Nothing Must Happen to Him
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
Looking at this place where she had lived for only half a month, yet which had given her so many warm memories, Leng Leng fell into a momentary daze. Scene after scene from those days kept surfacing in her mind, and in her trance she even felt as though someone was knocking at the door. If only she opened it, she would see Wei Zhao waiting at the threshold with breakfast in hand.
Sadly, such days were gone forever. At the time she had not thought anything of them, but now, looking back, how wonderful it would have been if such days could have gone on and on.
Leng Leng could not help but grow somewhat entranced. They had spent only a brief half month together, yet Wei Zhao had already walked fully into her heart. Every single thing he had given her back then was now a treasure she regarded as her very life.
Of course, many of the things Wei Zhao had given her were priceless treasures to begin with—those large quantities of pills for Foundation Establishment and Golden Core, and the top-grade spirit jade. In the Primordial Little Jianghu, such things were beyond price, with no market to speak of. Yet what warmed Leng Leng's heart most was not these, but the clothes Wei Zhao had accompanied her in buying, and the phone.
The phone! At this thought, Leng Leng's eyes suddenly lit up. She had forgotten that a phone could be used to make calls. To find out where Wei Zhao was, all she had to do was call him!
Leng Leng immediately dialed Wei Zhao's number in a flurry—but the voice that came from the phone left her somewhat disappointed: "The number you have dialed cannot be connected at the moment. Please try again later..."
This was only to be expected. Wei Zhao had simply tossed his phone into the jade pendant's space. How could there be any signal in there?
Having spent three years on Cloud Terrace Island, Wei Zhao was, frankly speaking, long since out of step with the mundane world. A phone was something he took out and used only when it occurred to him; ordinarily he simply tossed it into the jade pendant's space. This was a habit formed over a long time—whatever it was, he would instinctively toss it into the jade pendant's space. After all, it was far more convenient than carrying things on his person.
What was more, he was currently a primordial spirit body; every inch and every part of him was conjured from spiritual-consciousness energy. To additionally sustain a phone would waste no small amount of spiritual consciousness. Even a primordial spirit, however powerful, could not go squandering it so carelessly.
But Leng Leng knew nothing of this. Her experience with phones was limited to this short span, and she had only ever called Wei Zhao; she had never once encountered a failure to connect. At the phone's prompt, her first reaction was for her heart to sink. Could Wei Zhao really have met with disaster?
Recalling what Wei Zhao had said the last time before they parted, Leng Leng truly did not know whether it was true or false. At her level, she simply could not comprehend such words. In truth, even Wei Zhao's very existence was already an incredible, inexplicable thing to her. He had said he would not die, that after some cultivation he could come back—could she really believe these words?
She wanted them all to be true, yet reason told her that once a primordial spirit was destroyed, it was doomed beyond all redemption. This was the most basic common knowledge of the cultivation world. As for whether Wei Zhao was an existence that transcended common knowledge—perhaps he was, perhaps he was not.
"Nothing must happen to you!" Leng Leng murmured, gripping the phone tightly. She swept her eyes around the room once, gathered up the clothes Wei Zhao had bought her back then, and left at once. She had never been a woman to dither; in truth, her temperament was bolder and more decisive than that of most men.