Suddenly, it started snowing all around, with snowflakes flying everywhere. A strong wind swept up the fallen snowflakes and carried them into the air, filling the air with a sour smell.

The bell in Zhang Xu's arms fell out, rolled around in the snow, and landed at Yan Xingyun's feet.

The ringing was broken and hoarse, like the cry of a wild goose separated from its flock, sorrowful and lonely.

"How did the eldest young master's magic weapon end up with you?" Lord Zhuang lowered his head, trying to pick up the bell. It was a very light object, but it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift it no matter what he did.

Yan Chenghuan raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed and tears welling up in his eyes. The moment he raised his head, a faint fragrance of flowers drifted in the air. As if realizing something, Yan Chenghuan suddenly reached out his hand, his eyes filled with fear.

:"don't want!"

"Thank you!" City Lord Zhuang and Zhuang Xiyue lifted him from the ground. "Let the young master depart in peace!"

Yan Chenghuan struggled to grab onto something, but his outstretched hand only grasped at empty air. He watched helplessly as Yan Xingyun vanished into nothingness before his eyes, leaving only a faint fragrance in the air.

"He was born of heaven and earth, and he should be scattered by heaven and earth!" Lord Zhuang advised, enduring the pain caused by Yan Chenghuan's struggles.

The fragrance of flowers in the air gradually faded, and Yan Xingyun's black robe fell limply to the ground, as if it were a dream, and everything had vanished when he woke up.

"The eldest young master was originally a snow lotus on the snowy mountain. Now that his soul has returned here, it can be considered a return to his roots. Chenghuan..."

Lord Zhuang patted him on the shoulder, signaling the rest of the people to leave.

Let him be alone for a while!

The snow suddenly intensified, with layers of snowflakes falling like an avalanche. Gradually, the pavilion in the distance seemed to merge with the swirling snowflakes. Looking into the distance, a figure in the pavilion, embracing a wisp of black, was embedded in the snowy landscape, sending a chill down one's spine.

At this moment, another lonely soul has been added to the list.

【Is Yan Xingyun really going to die?】 Zhang Xu felt a pang of pity, as if tiny needles were pricking half of her heart, causing a dense, stinging pain, yet also a surge of boundless bitterness. She silently asked herself the question in her mind.

Sixty-five's answer at this moment sounded extremely cold: "The grand worldview cannot be changed. Besides, Yan Xingyun's health was already failing, and he was just barely getting by. If he hadn't learned of Yan Chenghuan's whereabouts, he would have gone long ago. It's a miracle that he's held on until now."

[Isn't it even more cruel to face the death of a loved one than to have already lost one's parents and become corrupted by it?]

He was filled with joy, yet he was heading towards parting.

At least, he knew that he too was born in love, and even if he were later despised by everyone, there was always someone who cherished him in their heart.

"Will Yan Chenghuan eventually turn evil?" Zhang Xu asked somewhat nervously.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little afraid of the answer to number sixty-five. She was afraid that the answer would be yes. She was afraid that Yan Chenghuan would eventually be doomed. She was afraid that Yan Chenghuan would eventually turn into a great demon and be besieged by thousands of people, just like in the original story.

After a long silence, Sixty-Five finally answered, "The answer to this question is unknown."

Zhang Xu's eyes lit up. Did that mean there was still a chance?

The system crashed after answering the question. Zhang Xu didn't know why. The system, which was very lively at the beginning, had recently become very tired and would disappear frequently. Zhang Xu suddenly felt that it was not so reliable to put her hopes of going home on this thing.

Yan Chenghuan was still kneeling in the pavilion. The snow was falling heavily, and it seemed that even his figure was about to be swallowed up.

Zhang Xu looked over there, and as if by fate, Yan Chenghuan raised his head and looked at her across the distance.

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