In the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed.

"Sister Ahri".

Wen Zihan called out to Ali with joy. The gloom that had once filled her eyes was gone, replaced by a touch of feminine charm.

Holding the child in her arms, Ali said to Wen Zihan, "You've come."

Wen Zihan looked into Ali's arms and said, "It's really strange. Three hundred years have passed, and you and your senior brother both have your own children."

"Yes, that's really strange."

Ah Li looked at the child in her arms and almost laughed. This time, she had been pregnant for over two hundred years again.

When she was pregnant, Wan Jiaoyang didn't find it strange at all; on the contrary, she thought it was normal.

The divine sword circled Ahri several times before finally remaining silent and uttering no words.

After Ah Li put the child into the crib to sleep, Wen Zihan said with a sad expression, "Senior Sister Hua Rong is gone."

Ah Li turned to look at Wen Zihan and Hua Rong. She knew that the person who liked Wan Jiaoyang had also come to see her, but she left without asking her any questions or saying a word.

Wen Zihan also said, "Sister Ali, will I also leave and die then?"

In this world, everyone dies. Some, with higher cultivation, live longer, and some even live as long as heaven itself. But after living so long, don't you feel lonely?

At this moment, Wen Zihan put away her sadness and said, "When Senior Sister Hua Rong left, Senior Brother even went to see her."

Ah Li was unaware of this; Wan Jiaoyang hadn't told her.

Wen Zihan said, "Many people used to say that Hua Rong liked Senior Brother, and if Senior Brother was willing, they might become Daoist partners."

"So you like him too, right?"

Ali picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed the cup to Wen Zihan outside.

Outstanding people will always have someone who likes, admires, and cherishes their memory.

Ahri never overthinks or worries about gains and losses because of this.

A look of panic flashed across Wen Zihan's face. She was no longer the little girl she used to be. She had taken in several disciples and had recently become a Daoist couple with someone.

But as she watched her senior brother become more and more outstanding, becoming someone everyone looked up to, she wondered why she couldn't be the one standing next to him. Ahri was just a sword spirit; how long would she live, and how long would her senior brother live?

She and Senior Sister Hua Rong knew Wan Jiaoyang even before Ah Li. When Senior Sister Hua Rong left, she asked Wan Jiaoyang, "Will the next life be alright?"

Wan Jiaoyang shook his head. "Not good."

Senior Sister Hua Rong smiled then, and said with relief, "As expected."

Hua Rong closed her eyes without regrets and passed away peacefully.

Wen Zihan didn't understand why Senior Sister Hua Rong was relieved upon hearing this answer. Didn't she also like Senior Brother?

Also, the broken sword from before was melted down by Wen Zihan, but Ahri is still perfectly fine.

Wan Jiaoyang also protected Ah Li very well, and they always went down the mountain together for training.

Sometimes, if Wan Jiaoyang is alone, Ah Li must be inside the divine sword.

He said he couldn't bear to be separated from her.

At this moment, Ahri stood up, walked over to the child, and said, "If you love someone, isn't it better to wholeheartedly protect them? It seems you have more than one Daoist partner."

Wen Zihan bit her lip. She had become Daoist partners with many people, and her heart could be divided among multiple people. Was that wrong?

Ah Li looked at Wen Zihan and said, "If I had multiple Daoist partners like you, do you know what would happen to him?"

A gust of wind suddenly blew by, and in the blink of an eye, Ah Li was embraced. Wan Jiaoyang leaned close to Ah Li's ear and whispered, "I will chain you up and then kill those people."

Ah Li chuckled and leaned softly against Wan Jiaoyang, "I was just giving an example."

"That won't work either."

Wan Jiaoyang also said, "We'll go somewhere else then, not here."

Ah Li is his, and he doesn't want her to be troubled. No matter what others like or want, they shouldn't come looking for her.

For the past three hundred years, Wen Zihan would come over from time to time, saying she was there to see Ah Li. But she would do all sorts of little things, and would often wink at him when Ah Li wasn't looking, just trying to throw herself into his arms.

"Senior Brother, where are you going?"

Wen Zihan panicked. She took two steps forward, but was blocked by a barrier.

Wan Jiaoyang said, "I have already spoken to the sect leader, and the sect leader has agreed."

Wen Zihan's face turned pale instantly. She hadn't expected Wan Jiaoyang to make such a decision. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain. She only felt as if her heart was frozen by ice, chilling her to the bone.

"Can't we stay?"

Wen Zihan's voice trembled slightly as she tried to persuade him to stay, even though she knew the chances were slim.

Ah Li looked at Wen Zihan, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Wan Jiaoyang's eyes turned cold: "Junior Sister Wen, between us, we are ultimately just fellow disciples."

A gust of wind blew in from who knows where, carrying a biting chill.

"The bond between fellow disciples?"

Wen Zihan stood there, stunned and in a daze.

?

By the time Wenren Qu arrived, Wan Jiaoyang and Ali had already left.

Wen Zihan grabbed Wenren Qu's sleeve as if it were a piece of driftwood, and said to Wenren Qu in a resentful tone, "Father, why did you let Senior Brother leave? Do you know how many disciples came here because of Senior Brother?"

"As long as he's here, I can make him like me and become my Daoist partner. Why did you agree to let him leave?"

Wenren Qu sighed, "His master was only nominally here. It's normal for him to leave when his master leaves."

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