Thinking this, Yao Guang felt as if countless merciless ants were frantically gnawing at her heart.

A wave of panic swept over her like a surging tide, almost engulfing her entirely.

Her hands trembled slightly involuntarily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, glistening in the sunlight.

She spoke hastily, her voice trembling slightly, carrying an undisguised fear and anxiety, as if every word carried the deepest worry in her heart.

“Master, I have carefully and meticulously prepared the weapons you instructed me to use.”

And strictly following your instructions, every single one has been distributed to every soldier without fail.

As she finished speaking, Yao Guang stared intently at her master, her eyes filled with worry and concern.

It was as if she was waiting for her master's response, or as if she was trying to find a trace of comfort or reassurance in her master's expression.

Qin Qianluo seemed to be slowly breaking free from an endless vortex of deep thoughts, her movements gentle yet somewhat sluggish.

She tilted her head back slightly, her long, slender fingers gently resting on her aching neck, slowly massaging it.

Every movement seemed to be an effort to dispel the tension and fatigue accumulated while immersed in thought.

She closed her eyes slightly, carefully feeling the pressure from her fingertips, trying to dispel the deep-seated pain inch by inch.

After a moment, she gently turned her slightly stiff neck, making a soft, muffled "click-click" sound, like the sound of an old gear turning with difficulty.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze as gentle as water and with a hint of mist, and slowly turned her head to look at Yaoguang.

She nodded gently, her movements soft and steady, as if responding to Yao Guang's concerned gaze, or as if drawing a brief pause to her chaotic thoughts.

At the same time, a smile unconsciously spread across her lips, a smile like the first ray of warm sunshine piercing through the thin mist on a spring morning, slowly spreading from the corners of her lips.

It brightened her eyes, which were originally slightly contemplative, and added endless tenderness and comfort to her face.

Ever since he knew for certain that Yao Guang was his disciple.

The way Qin Qianluo looked at Yaoguang was like a meticulously painted scroll, interwoven with countless complex emotions.

Among them, the most intense and vivid are the two profound and weighty emotions of pride and heartache intertwined.

The pride in her heart was like a raging fire, intense and fiery, almost setting her on fire.

The Yao Guang before me was like a dazzling star, so intelligent and quick-witted that it was astonishing, and her skills were extraordinary.

The unique temperament and extraordinary abilities she exudes in every gesture demonstrate her excellence and outstanding qualities.

Yao Guang, who was so outstanding and almost perfect, was actually the disciple that I had once devoted all my efforts and painstakingly taught.

This feeling is like that of a highly skilled craftsman who has devoted his entire life to meticulously crafting a rare and unparalleled treasure that amazes the world.

The sense of accomplishment and pride that arose spontaneously surged within her like a turbulent wave, almost breaking through her inner defenses.

But the heartache felt like countless fine, sharp silver needles, gently pricking her heart in a way that was both subtle and unforgettable.

The various past events she heard from Feng Qingyun flashed through her mind like a movie, making Qin Qianluo know them all very clearly.

When they successfully resisted the will of Heaven, Yao Guang and the others were presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ascend and change the course of their destinies.

That path to ascension is like a dreamlike ladder leading to a bright, mysterious, and unpredictable other shore.

In the hearts of countless practitioners, it represents endless wisdom and enlightenment, the elevation of extraordinary power, and eternal peace and glory.

It is the ultimate goal they have pursued throughout their lives.

However, at this crucial moment that would determine their fate, Yao Guang and her companions did not hesitate or waver in the slightest, resolutely giving up this golden opportunity that countless people would covet.

Willing to fall into that long and deep, seemingly endless slumber.

In those dark and silent years of slumber, they were like stars forgotten by time, enduring the torment of loneliness and waiting alone.

All he wanted was to be able to come back to her side and continue that unbreakable bond between teacher and student that transcended time and space.

The moment she learned all this, Qin Qianluo's heart seemed to be illuminated by a dazzling and bright light, and all her doubts instantly became clear, like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

She instantly understood why she had believed in Yaoguang so unconditionally and steadfastly.

This trust is by no means a baseless, blind faith, but rather stems from the bond between master and disciple that transcends the boundaries of time and space and penetrates to the deepest part of their souls.

That bond, like an incredibly resilient, invisible yet powerful thread, has traversed the long river of time and weathered countless storms.

Yet it still firmly binds them together, becoming an inseparable emotional bond between them.

At this moment, Yao Guang was walking towards her with light and firm steps, like a cheerful little deer.

Bathed in the warm, bright sunlight, her figure seemed to be edged with a soft, holy gold.

Every step he took was filled with youthful energy and a deep affection and dependence on Qin Qianluo.

Qin Qianluo subconsciously reached out her hand, her movements natural and swift, as if it were an instinctive reaction, and pulled Yao Guang, who was approaching her.

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