Mao Mao was already right before her eyes. Amidst the shimmering golden light, she had managed to recall the colossal Nine Lance Dragon. Closing her eyes, two glistening tears streamed down from the corners of Mao Mao's eyes. Her sorrow was not for her impending death but for the regret of not having killed a Main God before dying. These were tears of unwillingness and despair, for she knew her fate was sealed. Whether it was the Seven Sword Souls who chased after the god-men like lightning, or Xi Lu, who flew at high speed from another direction, none could arrive before the three Main Gods struck her. Since everything was predestined, she could only endure.
In Mao Mao's heart, death was not to be feared. She had always believed that death was merely a passage from one world to another. In that other world, she could meet again the two sisters who had died for her, as well as her parents and clanspeople. Although Brother Nian Bing was not there, she could be content.
