Then, those two beautiful eyes slowly met in everyone's eyes. A sigh escaped, the entire garden was shocked, and finally, an unfathomable silence descended.
With delight, the little man stepped forward and ingratiatingly tugged at Liu Wushuang's sleeve.
"Sister..." the little one murmured, like a kitten, "Sister..." The little face rubbed against the other gently, full of longing, "Sister..."
Staring blankly at the tiny figure at the hem of her skirt, Liu Wushuang stiffened, unsure of what to do.
"Sister...it's me, Ah Hui...sister..."
"Ah Hui?"
"It's the same as my sister's nickname."
Liu Wushuang was slightly taken aback, glanced at her father-in-law beside her, and her expression softened instantly: "How did you know..."
"It was Mother who told me. Mother has never forgotten Sister." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. "Sister... Sister... Ah Hui has finally seen Sister..."
mother?
Liu Wushuang looked at the face that was exactly the same as her own, tears streaming down her face. In that person's eyes was an unyielding longing and sorrow.
She felt a little guilty, but what could she do?
He slowly took a step forward, under the watchful eyes of everyone.
As he drew nearer, the man opened his arms, and she was already poised to fire.
I have to post this!
With a determined heart, Liu Wushuang threw herself into the man's arms.
"mother!"
“Ah Hui… Ah Hui…”
Those who hear it feel heartbroken, and those who see it are moved to tears.
Regardless of their true feelings, everyone was moved, except for one person.
impossible.
How could that be!
Sanqing's face turned deathly pale as he stared at the mature beauty who was embracing and weeping with her beloved disciple, as if he had seen a ghost.
That person is clearly dead; he died ten years ago.
He died by her sword.
Book One, Chapter Seven
The setting sun was a deep crimson, fiercely burning the drifting clouds on the horizon. At the foot of Mount Luoxiao, a dense crowd of people in green robes gathered—the four major sects, the seventy-two cave dwellings, and over a thousand martial arts masters—all those listed in the "Tales of the Martial World" were present. This imposing presence surrounded the Demonic Sect's stronghold, yet they showed no intention of attacking.
Some meditated, others chatted idly, and they waited for a whole day in this eerie way, as if they had only come to admire the clouds, maple leaves, and autumn scenery, completely forgetting that the purpose of this gathering was to "uphold justice and eliminate demons and monsters."
It is a time of simple beauty, with both trouble and leisure.
Just as the clouds drifted by leisurely, a person hurriedly walked into the Emei formation.
"Sect Leader Sister".
The speaker was panting heavily, but Sanqing remained calm and composed, his eyes still closed.
"Just as Senior Sister predicted, it wasn't Wei Baizhong himself who was in charge of Jade Sword Manor."
Sanqing sneered.
"Wei Baizhong is really something. He started the attack on the mountain, but he disappeared at the crucial moment. Senior Sister, what do you think he's up to?" The woman thought for a while, then suddenly realized, "Could it be that he went up Tiger Leap Cliff with Hero Yu, trying to steal the credit?"
"First credit? You think highly of him." Sanqing opened his eyes. "Among all these people down the mountain, who is here to claim first credit?"
They sat there silently, waiting for the Yu couple and the demonic cult leader to fight to the death, then seizing the opportunity to profit. If their calculations were correct, they might be able to deliver the final blow before the cult leader breathed his last, thus securing a prominent place in the "Anecdotes" without a bloody battle. If they were even luckier, and happened to find the wounded Yu couple at the same time, then the secret treasure of the martial world would be within their grasp.
However, she wanted more than that.
She had watched him for nine years, loved him for nine years, and even shamelessly indulged in "Endless Debauchery and Nightly Spring" to win him over, only to have that vixen benefit from it all. She hated him, she hated him so much that she couldn't sleep at night. Now she only waited for nightfall, only waited for the chaos, and if she could eliminate that vixen without leaving a trace, then she could…
Before I could finish thinking, I heard someone shout.
"Fire!"
Sanqing suddenly stood up and saw the firelight reflecting the evening sun on Luoxiao Mountain, and a bewitching scene on Tiger Leap Cliff.
"Sect Leader!"
"Sect Leader!"
She was so excited that she couldn't contain herself and rushed towards the mountaintop like the wind.
The ruins, the broken walls, and the flames that stained her eyes red—she cleared away those who stood in her way with a single sword strike, regardless of whether the souls beneath her blade belonged to the demonic sect or the righteous path.
We've searched everywhere; this is the last place.
Kicking aside the severed limbs at her feet, she raised the Immaculate Sword and charged into the Hall of Asura. The rafters on the roof crackled and popped as the raging flames, accompanied by waves of heat, surged forth, one after another.
She walked with her sleeve covering her face, when suddenly she felt a huge gust of air rush towards her, and the massive palace pillars instantly collapsed.