Su Yu's fingers suddenly trembled violently, and the teacup slipped from his palm, shattering with a "crack." Scalding tea splashed onto his clothes, but he was completely unaware.
He stared intently at Yan Chiling's pale lips, as if they were about to utter the most terrible curse in the world.
"Bai Ying has already..."
Yan Chiling's voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, yet it made Su Yu feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"No!"
A loud shout suddenly rang out, startling even Su Yu himself.
His eyes had become moist without him noticing, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, as if it were about to break my ribs and escape—a terrible premonition was coming true.
Su Yu staggered back two steps, his back slamming heavily against the doorframe. Compared to the grief he felt when his master passed away, what swept over him now was a sharper pain, as if someone was slowly carving out his heart with a dull knife.
The master rarely interfered with them; he basically let them grow up freely.
Su Yu himself rarely saw his master, and sometimes he felt that he was the master of his junior brothers and sisters.
The junior brothers and sisters in the sect were basically all raised by Su Yu.
Especially Bai Ying, she was too young when she came, and she was his first junior sister.
He had no idea how much he liked this junior sister.
Compared to his master, Su Yu's feelings for Bai Ying were much deeper.
Su Yu still remembers how Xiao Baiying timidly tugged at his clothes and called him "Senior Brother" when she first entered the sect.
The first time she fell while practicing swordsmanship, he carried her to the pharmacy, and the little girl secretly wiped away her tears on his back.
Furthermore, she desperately crafted a magical artifact to give to herself. But in the end, she never gave it to her...
Su Yu suddenly turned around and tried to rush out, his steps faltering so badly he almost lost his balance.
His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was broken: "I...I'll go find her right now..."
At this moment, all he could see in his mind was Bai Ying's resolute back as she left for the last time.
He wished he could turn back time to the day when his master led everyone to besiege Bai Ying—he had clearly seen with his own eyes that his master had the intention to kill her first, but he stood there like a coward, not even daring to save her.
"She must be at the Lingxiao Sect..." Su Yu murmured to himself, hastily wiping away his tears. "I want to tell her myself... I was wrong..." His voice was choked with emotion, almost inaudible. "I will spend my whole life making amends..."
He stumbled and ran towards the palace gate, but was stopped by Yan Chiling at the door.
"Don't go..." Yan Chiling's voice was as soft as a breeze, "You won't find her..."
"Shut up!" Su Yu suddenly lashed out, violently shaking off his hand, his eyes bloodshot. "I have to go! Even... even if she won't forgive me, won't come back..." His voice suddenly weakened, "I just... just want to know she's alright..."
Yan Chiling slowly closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek.
When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with heartbreaking despair:
"sorry......"
These three words carry immense weight.
"She's dead."
Su Yu's body suddenly stiffened.
He slowly turned his head, his lips trembling, but no sound came out. Outside the hall, a cold wind swept past, swirling fallen leaves, as if mourning for someone who would never return.
The words "She's dead" struck Su Yu like a hammer blow, pinning her to the spot. Yan Chiling's voice was soft, yet it resounded like thunder in the room.
"What did you say?" Su Yu slowly turned around, his expression terrifying. "Say it again?"
Yan Chiling raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with endless regret: "Bai Ying... is dead..."
"Bang!"
Su Yu punched Yan Chiling to the ground. He pounced on her, grabbing her collar, his eyes bloodshot: "You're talking nonsense! How could Junior Sister possibly... She's so powerful... She... She can even kill those Nascent Soul stage cultivators!"
"No...no way..." His voice was as light as a feather, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Countless images flashed through my mind:
When that little girl with pigtails fell during her first sword practice, he tenderly blew on her.
She had a nightmare in the middle of the night and ran to his room, curled up and trembling by his bedside;
Every time she came back from the mountain, her eyes would sparkle as she skipped and hopped over, begging for osmanthus cake...
"Senior Brother..." That soft, sweet voice seemed to echo in my ears again, "Will you protect me when I grow up?"
Su Yu gripped his robes tightly, his knuckles turning white. The little girl who said she would protect him, now... now...
"You lied to me!" He suddenly sprang to his feet, grabbing Yan Chiling by the collar, his voice horribly hoarse. "I know Bai Ying's strength best; there are only a handful of people in the entire cultivation world who can harm her!" His eyes gleamed with madness. "Did she send you to lie to me? Does she hate me? Make her come out...come out now!"
Seeing her senior brother in such a disheveled state, Yan Chiling silently shed tears.
Yan Chiling is the person in the whole world who most wants Bai Ying to come back!
He wished it was all a lie, and that Bai Ying could still jump out from some corner like before, laughing and saying, "Just kidding."
But no one knew better than Yan Chiling that Bai Ying could never come back.
Once struck by the ancestor's sword, even the soul would cease to exist.
Bai Ying has vanished into thin air!
Su Yu gripped Yan Chiling's collar so tightly that his fingertips almost dug into the other's collarbone.
"Say it!"
Yan Chiling lowered his head, his bangs obscuring the pain churning in his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed three times before he finally spoke with difficulty, "I'm sorry, she's really dead."
Before he could finish speaking, Su Yu suddenly grabbed his collar, her knuckles turning white from the force: "Impossible! With her strength, no one in the entire Central Continent could—"
"It was the ancestor who killed her."
These five words, like a blade tempered with ice, instantly severed all of Su Yu's arguments. A thunderous roar erupted, illuminating the young man's suddenly pale face.
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