The stars are bright and the moon is clear.

That night she cried herself to sleep and got very drunk.

Shen Zhuochuan gently carried the person back to the room; the pain of having one's soul separated from their body was unbearable.

But seeing her peaceful sleeping face, she didn't seem to be in so much pain anymore.

The miniature dragon from the golden soul burrowed into her forehead, and Shen Zhuochuan sat on the edge of her bed for a while.

He reached out and pulled her blanket up properly.

She always appears strong in front of her sister's friends.

I've been feeling down and depressed for so long, it's rare to be able to vent like tonight.

The slender figure on the bed, who knows how much she has endured alone.

Shen Zhuochuan's gentle gaze traced her features, and he slowly left as dawn approached.

The next day.

When Song Tingwan woke up, the courtyard was quiet.

On weekday mornings, Ayao and Aji practiced swordplay and sparred, but today there was not a sound at all.

The woman lazily got out of bed, but halfway up, she fell back down.

I closed my eyes; my head ached.

But there seems to be something within the mind that cannot be ignored.

She focused her gaze inward and discovered a small dragon lying in the corner.

When it sees her looking at it, it will wag its tail and tilt its head at her.

She glanced at Shen Zhuochuan's serious face, and couldn't help but smile.

Shenzhi gently stroked the little dragon's head, and within the same mansion, Shen Zhuochuan shuddered.

Her ears turned red instantly, and she looked sharply in the direction of Song Tingwan's bedroom.

She was completely unaware that after a gentle caress with her divine sense, she got out of bed, still half asleep.

After a night of heavy drinking, I dressed and opened the door to find the summit of Yunque suddenly chilly.

Song Tingwan went back into her room and put on a heavy cloak.

Stepping out of the room again, a sharp wind hit me in the face.

He swept away all the emotions he had released while drunk last night.

Black hair and a white cloak; walking in the courtyard, it was freezing cold, yet it also made one feel exceptionally refreshed.

She took out the Leap Spirit Flower from her spatial storage, held it in her palm, and looked at it with an unreadable expression.

Then, he took out the wordless divine book.

He examined the two objects for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

He probed his divine sense into the wordless divine book.

"How does the Leap Spirit Flower become the Soaring Immortal Flower?"

She still held onto hope.

If it doesn't bloom, there are other ways to make it bloom.

Leng Yun said that the Leap Spirit Flower was born from the sensation of ascending to heaven.

Only through the tribulation of successful ascension can one be nourished and blossom.

Tribulation of lightning, the tribulation of ascension.

She had a vague premonition that the matter of the Flying Immortal Flower was not over yet.

In the vast starry sky of the wordless divine book, countless stars swirled around, yet not a single one fell before her.

The entire space inside the book trembled, repelling her consciousness outwards.

—Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, it is reborn from the ashes.

First die, then live.

Song Tingwan felt a growing sense of unease, and her heart began to pound even faster.

Her death was imminent.

Is it death, or is it her chance?

Everyone fears death.

She cherished those who loved her and was reluctant to die.

Knowing the ending of this life, Yun Yin prepared many things during her exhaustion-stricken seclusion.

She prepared a medicine for everyone, a full set of seventh and eighth grade pills.

It seems like there are no worries about the future.

In fact, she was still uneasy about her destined death.

The ending is already known; now that she has made a change, will something even more unexpected happen?

These days, I often have nightmares in the middle of the night, and I wake up at the slightest sound.

Last night, I actually slept very soundly thanks to the alcohol.

The calamity in one's destiny may come at any time.

Song Tingwan lowered her eyes and smiled lightly, knowing that things shouldn't happen more than three times.

She touched her brow.

There was also a glimmer of hope left to her by her mother.

But if she really risked her life, how heartbroken would those who care about her be?

Song Tingwan wouldn't easily gamble her life on that possibility.

But if…

Heaven will not tolerate her.

If it really comes to that, what's wrong with taking a gamble?

The woman lifted her eyes, regret gradually fading from her bright gaze.

The world is full of suffering, and to be alive with friends by your side is the greatest fortune.

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Baili Xijiang was dragged by Shen Zhuochuan to practice shooting every day, while Song Siyao and Wan Qiji went together to spar with a powerful expert at the top of Yunque.

I don't know what method I used, but the other party actually agreed.

Two or three of them are never home.

Song Tingwan and Qin Xi were left to stroll around the streets and cruise the lake, then sit on a painted boat amidst a sea of ​​flowers.

It was so pleasant that one didn't want to leave.

"No wonder everyone loves to stay here."

Qin Xi and Song Tingwan stood on the second floor of the painted boat, leaning against the railing and facing the wind, which made their noses a little red, but their interest remained undiminished.

Song Tingwan chuckled, "Are you still willing to leave?"

"Wherever you go, I'll go."

Qin Xi turned around and smiled.

But after laughing, he rested his chin on his hand and leaned against the railing.

"Given the current situation, where will we go after Wu Ling returns?"

Initially, it was to find the last medicine for Wan'er, and now that it has been found, the outcome is regrettable.

What happened next?

"What are Wan'er's plans? Is she going back to the Sword Inquiry Sect?"

Qin Xi then realized that among their group, she was the only one who had left the sect.

Song Tingwan's identity will be decided by Yan Shanjun and will be temporarily kept on the outer gate.

"I don't think so." Song Tingwan shook her head gently, her messy hair flying around her temples.

After everything falls apart, danger is nowhere to be found, and there is no way to avoid it.

It really leaves one somewhat bewildered.

"Perhaps after A Yao returns to the Sword Inquiry Sect, I will go back to Yunyin for a while, but before that, I want to investigate the matter of his father's ascension with Wu Ling."

Ascension failed.

Is it related to that mutated fairy flower?

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