Linglong Town (IV)

The moonlight was too dim tonight. There were several trees planted in the yard. Sang Dai and Shen Ci Yu hid under the shadows of the trees. Their vision was blocked and they couldn't see clearly what the man was doing.

He reached out and touched the osmanthus tree. His movements were very gentle, as if he was touching an old friend.

"It's been so many years, and I'm the only one who came to the appointment."

The man didn't stand there for long. He was drunk and reeked of alcohol. He turned around and started to walk back.

Sang Dai and Shen Ci Yu hurriedly retreated into the shadows.

Shen Ci Yu touched the wound, and he didn't know what had pierced the wound. The bloody hole repeatedly burst, and the blood gushed out, which looked extremely scary.

He said nothing. Shen Ciyu, like Sang Dai, was a man of few words and would usually endure as much as he could.

Sandy took a look at him, pressed the acupuncture points around his wound, helped him stop the bleeding, and then stuffed him with a few pills.

Shen Ciyu said softly, "Thank you."

Sandy didn't reply.

She jumped off the roof and went around to the window at the back. She found that the window was not closed tightly and there was a gap.

The drunk man pushed open the door and staggered to the table in the room. He struck a tinder and lit the lamp on the table.

Because he was drunk, his movements were somewhat out of control, and it took him several tries just to light the lamp.

The firelight revealed his profile, with straight features, and he looked quite good-looking.

There was a person coming up from behind her, still some distance away. Sandy knew who it was and did not look back.

The two of them looked at the people inside through the window that had a slit opened.

The man half-knelt in front of the low table, not caring about the dust on it, and lay there motionless.

By this time Sandy had guessed his identity.

The City Lord's Mansion usually would not allow someone as cautious as Wu Hanshu to stay overnight, but he was able to swagger in through the main gate, looking drunk. Wu Hanshu himself was a wine lover, and this person was him.

The Lord of Linglong Town is Wu Hanshu.

Sandy tilted her head slightly to look at Wu Hanshu's hand, and then she realized that he was not motionless, but resting his head on his arm, and his other free hand was playing with a pot of water on the table...

Sandy squinted slightly, unable to see clearly what it was.

It looked like a potted flower, but the flower had not yet bloomed, only a bud, so she couldn't tell what kind of flower it was.

Wu Hanshu gently fiddled with the pot of flowers.

He murmured, "When this flower blooms, it will be the day when the promise ends."

After saying this, he didn't say anything else. He was very quiet, so quiet that even Sandi, a Mahayana cultivator, could hardly detect his breathing.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wu Hanshu's breathing had become regular.

Sandy said without even turning around: "Wait for me here, I'll go in and take a look."

"Yeah." Shen Ciyu responded softly.

Sandy gently opened the window and jumped in carefully.

She could sense Wu Hanshu's breathing pattern and the steady fluctuations of his spiritual energy, so he must have fallen asleep.

He showed no reaction when Sandy approached him.

There is a realm gap between the incarnation and the Mahayana. Sang Dai deliberately suppressed her breath, so even if Wu Hanshu was awake, he might not be able to detect her, let alone now that he was asleep.

Sandy moved around to stand in front of him and observed him in the light of the lamp.

Wu Hanshu had a handsome and handsome face. He was not particularly handsome, but he stood out among ordinary people.

Sang Dai's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. The appearance of a cultivator often remains at the stage of Core Formation. Wu Hanshu, a cultivator of Earth-level spiritual roots, should be in his forties or fifties when he forms a Core. Why does he look so young?

She half-knelt in front of Wu Hanshu and turned her head to look at the pot of flowers in his arms.

The rhizome is dark green and weak, creeping like it will fall over if the wind blows. Even the flower buds at the top are extremely wilted and look like they are about to die. How can it possibly bloom?

There was a line of small words written in gold on the flowerpot.

The font was too small, so Sandy could only kneel on one knee beside Wu Hanshu and carefully lean over to read the words on the flowerpot.

——In the thirteenth year of Zhengjing, it was planted together in the palace of the city lord of Linglongzhen.

The thirteenth year of Zheng Jing, that was three hundred years ago.

We planted it together, but who planted it?

Before I could come up with an answer, my side's breathing suddenly became disordered.

Sandy raised her hand to chop, but was met with a pair of blurry eyes.

Wu Hanshu was still lying on the table, but he didn't know when he woke up.

There was no movement, even his breathing was still regular, but his eyes were open.

But he was not awake, his eyes were still confused. He was clearly looking at Sandy, but it seemed as if he was looking at someone else through her.

He raised his hand slightly, trying to touch the side of Sandy's face.

Sang Dai stepped back, and Shen Ci Yu outside the window frowned and was about to jump in.

The swordsman glanced at him and signaled him not to move.

Sang Dai retracted her gaze and looked into Wu Hanshu's eyes. The city lord did not look old at all. Sang Dai felt that he looked even younger than Sang Wenzhou.

Wu Hanshu rested his head on his arms, his eyes fixed on Sandy's face, but without any intention of offending her.

“It really is like that.”

He whispered.

Sandy couldn't understand the words in the mist.

Wu Hanshu raised his body slightly, looked up at Sang Dai and said, "The eyebrows and eyes are similar, the body shape is similar, and even the demeanor is similar."

Sandy asked tentatively in a low voice: "…Who does he look like?"

"Like...an old friend...an old friend I haven't seen for a long time."

After saying this, Wu Hanshu lay down again, holding the strange pot and closed his eyes. His aura was peaceful and calm. Sandy knew that he was asleep without feeling his pulse.

I don’t know if he will remember this when he wakes up tomorrow, but Wu Hanshu probably has never seen what she looks like in person, and doesn’t know that she is Sandy. He only saw her tonight.

Sandy leaned over and looked at the flower pot again, memorizing its appearance.

She searched the room carefully, and Shen Ciyu was waiting for her outside.

The room was covered in dust. No one had lived in it for at least several months, and no one had cleaned it. There was nothing in the whole room except a couch and a desk, not even a wardrobe. Sandy was so careful that she even knocked on every floor tile.

There was nothing unusual here, at least Sandy found nothing.

She glanced at Wu Hanshu who was sleeping at his desk, walked up to him, knelt on one knee beside him, carefully placed her fingertips on his wrist, and controlled her spiritual power to flow through his meridians.

After a long time, Sandy withdrew her hand, turned around and climbed out of the window.

She closed the window and whispered, "Let's go."

Shen Ciyu nodded and followed her.

Sandy jumped onto the roof, but did not leave. Instead, she flipped over to the front yard.

She came to the osmanthus tree, where Wu Hanshu had been standing just now.

"It must have been several hundred years."

The young man behind him said.

Sandy did not look back. In fact, one could tell from the trunk that the osmanthus tree was very old, but it was carefully cared for and planted in the sunniest spot in the entire City Lord's Mansion. It had withstood the baptism of the sun, moon, wind and frost, but it still stood tall and strong.

As she approached, she could smell the rich fragrance of osmanthus. Sandy took out the night-shining pearl from her bag, held up the pearl and wound it around the tree trunk.

Shen Ci Yu said nothing, but took out a night pearl and looked at the other side.

When the night pearl slid past a certain place, the gully reflected light. Sandy held the night pearl and moved closer to take a look.

Shen Ciyu was with her.

The handwriting was written in black ink, but because the tree trunk was a darker shade of ink, the handwriting was a little hard to see clearly.

The two looked at it for a long time, but couldn't recognize what the line of words said.

Sandy said in a deep voice: "It should be a person's name. He might have planted this osmanthus tree with others. It's just that it's been so long that the handwriting is a little unclear."

Shen Ciyu said: "Yes."

Sandy raised her eyes to look at him.

Shen Ciyu stood up and said, "This is what I wanted to tell you just now."

Sang Dai put away the night pearl and put it into her Qiankun bag, and looked at Shen Ci Yu with a polite and distant look.

"Let's find a place to talk. Wu Hanshu is in there and we don't know when he will wake up."

Shen Ciyu nodded: "Okay."

Sandy flew to the roof and came to the rockery in the City Lord's Mansion to make sure that there was no one nearby.

Shen Ciyu followed. The bloodstains on his white clothes were so obvious that even Sang Dai felt a little shocked at the first sight.

She asked politely, "Master Shen is seriously injured. Let me treat your injuries first."

Shen Ciyu pursed her lips slightly and hid herself in the shadows: "Don't bother."

How could he have the nerve to let Sandy heal his wounds? Even if she looked at him, Shen Ciyu felt ashamed to face her.

“…Okay, okay.”

Sandy had no intention of getting closer to him. Since she knew what Shen Ciyu was thinking, she shouldn't be too friendly with him. The best option was for everyone to be polite to each other.

Shen Ciyu bowed his head slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I know you have something else to say, so I'll make it short. Wu Hanshu is indeed related to the disappearance of the wandering cultivator in the city."

Sandy was not too surprised and nodded in acknowledgement: "Yes, we had guessed this before."

"I originally came here to find him to heal my mood..." Shen Ci Yu quickly raised his eyes and glanced at Sandy, and found that she did not have any strong emotions. She was still calm and steady like the Sandy before.

He laughed at himself in his heart and lowered his voice: "I noticed something was wrong when I saw Wu Hanshu in the City Lord's Mansion. You should have noticed his cultivation just now. Didn't you take his pulse?"

Sandy nodded: "Yes, his meridians are boiling, and his cultivation is a little bit overwhelmed, as if a large amount of cultivation suddenly poured in."

"I noticed it too. Before I came here, I heard about the disappearance of the Linglongzhen cultivator. The news I got from the Immortal Alliance was that it seemed to be caused by a high-level monster. It was not until I saw him today that I noticed that he also had the aura of a monster, and then I suspected this matter."

"Sect Master Shen continued."

"He invited me to drink with him that night, but I declined. I followed him after pretending to go back to my room to rest. I sneaked in during the guard change and came to a bamboo forest."

Sandy: "...Bamboo forest?"

Shen Ciyu nodded: "Yes, but I didn't go in at first. I didn't dare to go in when he was inside, so I waited outside. He stayed there for nearly an hour. After he came out, I sneaked in. There was a stone room with mechanisms around it. The mechanisms were very strange. I had never seen them before. The injury on my shoulder was also caused when I was trying to break through there."

mechanism.

Sang Dai's heart sank. "Even if your state of mind has fallen drastically, you are still a cultivator at the full stage of transformation after all. Even if your cultivation is only at the initial stage, you will not be injured by a mechanical technique. This Wu Hanshu is not Qiu Chengxi--"

She paused here, with a complicated look on her face.

Qiu Chengxi seems to often take orders from the fairy world.

Shen Ciyu bowed his head and said, "It must be a trap set by Master Qiu. It has nine twists and eighty-one levels. I broke in with injuries and didn't dare to stay for long. I only stayed for a while and then escaped. I happened to see the guards of the City Lord's Mansion on the road, so I hid from them all the way here, and planned to go around to my residence from here."

"What did you see in the secret room?"

"……Painting."

Sandy: "What painting?"

Shen Ciyu: "A mural of six people standing side by side, two women and four men, among whom are... Ying Heng Xianjun and Wu Hanshu."

Sandy's throat was dry, her eyes blinked slightly, and her previously clear mind was now a little confused.

Only Shen Ciyu's words came clearly into my mind word by word.

"Immortal Ying Heng knew Wu Hanshu, but I couldn't recognize the other four. There was also osmanthus in the painting, so I guess the osmanthus tree you just saw was planted by them together."

Did Ying Heng know Wu Hanshu? If you count, Ying Heng is more than 200 years younger than Wu Hanshu. Wu Hanshu was the lord of Linglong Town several hundred years ago. Sandy didn't know how many times Ying Heng had come to Linglong Town. She and Ying Heng were together for only ten short years, which was nothing in his long life of more than 500 years.

Shen Ciyu could see her surprise. Sandy couldn't hide her emotions at all, and her thoughts showed on her face.

He whispered, "Sang Dai, this is what I want to tell you. Your master, Immortal Lord Ying Heng, is in the painting."

Sandy suddenly raised her eyes and asked him coldly, "Where is the secret room?"

"In the western forest." Shen Ciyu paused, then frowned and advised: "You can't go. It will take a long time to break through the mechanism there. It's easy to get hurt and it's easy to disturb the guards."

Sang Dai took out the jade token and found the voice seal left by Qiu Chengxi.

The call was answered quickly, and the voice was a little sleepy, and he asked in a daze, "Sister?"

"Mr. Qiu, I need your help with something. Are you free now?"

There was a rustling sound coming from Qiu Chengxi's side, and he spoke hurriedly: "Tell me, did something happen to you? Is it serious? Is the demon king by your side?"

After several questions, Sandy hurriedly explained: "It's not serious. I want to ask you something. Did you leave any mechanical skills in Linglong Town's City Lord's Mansion?"

"Linglong Town?"

"yes."

Qiu Chengxi was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Yes, about a few decades ago, Lord Wu asked me to help him set up a trap in a secret room."

"How do you turn off the machine?"

Qiu Chengxi thought for a moment and said, "It should be a chain formation with eighty-one levels. You find the Qian and Kun positions and destroy them. First, dismantle the outer mechanisms, then find the Kan position and destroy the central hub, and it will be suspended."

He did not betray his guest at all. He answered whatever Sandy asked and sold out all the equipment he had set up for Wu Hanshu.

Sandy nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qiu. I have something else to do here, so I won't bother you any more."

Qiu Chengxi was bewildered: "Ah? Oh, sister, you go ahead and do your work first."

After hanging up the jade token, he was still a little dazed, looking at the jade token in his palm with a serious expression.

On the other side of the jade token, Sandy put away the jade token and was about to leave.

"Master Shen, I have something else to do so I will leave now. Please go back to your residence first. Don't let the City Lord's Mansion find out anything unusual."

She was about to turn around and leave when she finished speaking, but Shen Ciyu grabbed her arm unconsciously.

"Sande!"

Sandy looked back and gently pushed his hand away.

Shen Ciyu's face turned pale.

Sang Dai said calmly, "Master Shen, you need to look forward to some things. Now that you are the master, you have responsibilities to bear. Let go of the past and don't let obsessions ruin your path of cultivation. I am living a good life now and will have a good future. I hope you will do the same."

She left without hesitation or looking back.

The slender figure quickly disappeared from sight. Shen Ci Yu had seen her back many times in the past, each time more decisive than the last.

She has now let it go completely and doesn't care about the fairy world at all, let alone him.

Sandy would never forgive any betrayal. When he chose to obey the order of the Immortal Alliance to hunt her down, whether he turned back or not, they would have to become strangers.

Shen Ci Yu covered his shoulder with his hands, his lips were pale, blood dripped onto the ground, his expression was dazed.

***

Liu Lixue sat on a high place with her legs crossed.

It was getting a bit cold after nightfall. Peacock put his hands in his pockets, sniffed, and took out the Fireball that his master had given him to warm himself.

His eyesight was very good and he could see the entire City Lord's Mansion clearly. He could see clearly any unusual things.

The City Lord's Mansion was exceptionally peaceful tonight. He calculated the time and thought that these people should have gone to where they were supposed to go. If nothing had been discovered, they should have come back to gather soon.

Her ankle felt a little itchy, so Liu Lixue retracted her legs.

But the thing was still clinging to him, and now even his calves were itching.

Liu Lixue was angry and thought it was a dead bug, so he slapped his own calf.

What his palm touched was not the bug he thought it was.

The air was stagnant for a moment, the evening breeze blew Peacock's black hair, his expression was indifferent, and there was a chill in his eyes.

The folding fan turned, and a curved blade emerged from between the leaves. The sharp blade chopped at the vine on the calf, and the vine broke with a sound.

The red shadow quickly moved away, and Liu Lixue teleported to the roof opposite.

He lifted up his outer robe, revealing thin trousers wrapped around his slender and powerful calves, with several bloody wounds near his ankles.

Peacock had no expression on his face. He put down his clothes and looked up.

There was another person where he had just stood.

He was dressed in gorgeous black clothes. Unlike his master who was so extravagant, this man's clothes were very simple without any patterns or decorations. He wore a mask on his face, and his lips under the mask were pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

He curled his lips in a smile. Several thick vines climbed up the high wall and crawled on the roof like snakes.

Liu Lixue stared at it, but even though he had seen countless monsters, he couldn't recognize what this thing was.

"You're quite responsive."

The person opposite spoke leisurely, looking relaxed and unfocused.

It was hard to tell whose voice it was, but it sounded disgusting and evil. Liu Lixue hated people like this who pretended to be evil.

He took out the jade token in his hand and responded to the person in front of him: "Are you the one who plotted to kill Miss Sang?"

The visitor raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Don't you recognize it?"

"Does the disappearance of the wandering cultivators in the city have anything to do with you?"

"Ah... well, there's no need to tell you that." He suddenly narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "But, were you going to send a message just now?"

Liu Lixue's pupils shrank suddenly, and she realized belatedly that an isolation barrier had been set up around them, and outsiders could not hear the sounds from here.

The vines suddenly grew larger. The original few vines became dozens of vines, rushing towards him from all directions, not giving him a chance to relax.

Liu Lixue summoned a folding fan with his backhand, and the eighteen fan bones turned into sharp blades, adding spiritual power to it and hitting the vines.

The young man in black sat on the eaves, holding his chin and smiling at the red shadow among the vines. The flashes of the knife cut through the vines, but more vines grew again.

He withdrew his gaze and looked towards the quiet City Lord's Mansion in the distance. His eyes under the mask became more and more curved, and his smile became increasingly profound.

***

The secret room that Shen Ci Yu mentioned was in the forest to the west. Sandy teleported across the entire City Lord's Mansion.

There was a dense forest to the west of the City Lord's Mansion, with a team of guards guarding the gate. When Sandy arrived, she only found people lying on the ground and sleeping.

She jumped down from the roof, squatted down and checked the pulse of the person next to her.

Still alive, just knocked unconscious.

The means were gentle and not harsh, so it must be Tan Huai.

If Su Xuan took action, these guards would probably have several bones broken.

Sandy got up and chased into the dense forest.

The deep forest seemed to be seldom visited, and was filled with lush bamboos. On the way, we passed a pavilion with six stools placed next to a square stone table.

Sandy didn't stop to look, but just took a quick glance. She was worried that Tan Huai couldn't handle the mechanism, so she could only chase after him first.

Sure enough, just as she approached the depths of the dense forest and had not yet stopped, a gust of wind came towards her.

Sandy used her spiritual power to condense a protective shield, drew her sword to block a gust of wind for the Buddhist monk who was lying on the ground, and took the time to create a protective shield for him.

Tan Huai took a cold breath, frowning, "Hiss... This hurts me so much. I remember when I was a kid, the City Lord's Mansion didn't have this stone room and this thing. When did Wu Hanshu create this thing?"

Sandy had no time to deal with him. The device made by Qiu Chengxi was of great origin. Unlike other devices made by trial-piloting formations in the cultivation world, his device also combined formations. Even a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm would need some time to hone his skills in this kind of protective device.

The swordsman dodged the strong wind, found the range of the mechanism, drew out the Zhiyu Sword and stabbed the locations mentioned by Qiu Chengxi.

The first round of strong winds stopped, but the stone door still did not open.

She found another gap and smashed it with her sword.

At this point, the fact that they broke into the City Lord's Mansion at night could probably not be concealed. Since it was exposed, they had to get to the bottom of what needed to be investigated.

The machine array was shattered, the stone gate shook violently, and the previously tightly closed door spun in a semicircle and was quietly opening towards them.

Tan Huai covered his shoulder which was scratched with blood and stepped forward: "Wow, Miss Sang, you are so amazing."

He pointed at the open stone door and said angrily, "You don't even know, I just touched it and it almost cut off your head. How abominable, how abominable, it is really ungraceful."

Sandy glanced at him and saw that the monk's shiny head was covered with several bloodstains caused by the residual force of the strong wind.

"Tan Huai... I finally know why you are always beaten by Master Fuwu."

Because Tan Huai is the most unstable Buddhist practitioner in the entire Zen sect.

Tan Huai touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "I'm so ashamed."

Sandy didn't say much and walked in first.

As soon as I entered, I felt a chill, as chilly as a maggot in my tarsal bones.

"Tan Huai, hold it to warm yourself up."

Sang Dai took out the karma fireball given by Su Xuan and was about to give one to Tan Huai.

Tan Huai, however, stopped moving and did not take the fireball. He quietly looked up at the opposite side with a dazed expression, and the gentle aura around him suddenly became a little low.

"...Tan Huai?"

Sandy's eyes darkened and she followed his gaze.

This stone chamber is very small. Except for the door, the other three walls are smooth, as if they were polished directly from a whole piece of stone.

There are three ink paintings hanging on the smooth and flat wall. The canvases are wide and the paintings are exquisitely done.

It is lifelike and you can see everyone's expression and even their eyes clearly.

The paintings on the left and right walls showed a bamboo forest. Sandy recognized that this was the forest she passed by when she came here. There was also a pavilion in the painting on the left, which corresponded exactly to the pavilion she had just seen.

There were six people sitting at a square table in the pavilion. Two men sat opposite each other, and the remaining two men and two women were sitting in pairs, looking intimate, like a couple.

Even without drawing detailed facial features, Sandy could recognize that one of the men sitting alone was Ying Heng just by his clothes and posture.

Ying Heng always wears white clothes. He is the only one among the six people who wears white clothes.

Her breathing was trembling slightly, and her hanging hands were also shaking.

But someone held her hand.

Sandy blinked her long eyelashes and the visitor interlocked their fingers.

"Dede, I'm here."

Sandy looked at it blankly.

Su Xuan must have teleported here as well, his silver hair was a little messy due to the wind.

"You...why are you here?"

Su Xuan pushed aside her hair and said, "There was nothing unusual in the two rooms I was looking for. I came here after sensing your spiritual power fluctuations."

Sandy just nodded: "Okay... okay..."

Su Xuan could see her emotions at a glance, held her face and asked, "Do you remember what I told you before you came?"

"Remember...stay calm."

Su Xuan's fingertips gently touched the corners of her eyes, "Daidai, we are getting closer to the truth step by step."

Sandy closed her eyes, took a long breath, and when she opened her eyes again, there was no trace of panic in them.

She nodded: "Sorry."

The swordsman turned around and looked directly at the stone wall opposite.

Above are six figures standing side by side.

The stones used to build the wall were polished to perfection, and the flowers hung on it were also exceptionally smooth.

Among the six people, two pairs of Taoist couples stood in the middle, Wu Hanshu stood on the far left, and on the far right...

He was dressed in white, with handsome and gentle features, and his eyes were like a pool of spring water.

Immortal Lord Ying Heng of the Sword Sect.

Su Xuan said: "One is Wu Hanshu, the other is Ying Heng Xianjun, two Taoist couples, one of which is..."

The little fox looked back to see the Buddhist monk behind him.

Su Xuan asked: "Tan Huai, what do you think?"

Tan Huai hasn't said a word since he came in. He just looked up quietly at the portrait painted on the opposite wall.

Tan Huai is a steady person and he never fails at critical moments.

But even when he was stable in the past, he always had a youthful air.

This should be the quietest he has been in all these years.

Sandy looked back and met Tan Huai's gaze.

The Buddhist monk slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Sang Dai and Su Xuan expressionlessly.

His eyes were slowly turning red, and his handsome face was filled with sadness.

“…Those are my parents.”

The two people dressed in golden clothes are his father and mother.

Tan Huai pursed his lips, and his lips moved for a few seconds but he couldn't find his voice. He kept trying, again and again, and finally said in a hoarse voice:

"My parents were from Fandong, not Buddhists. After they died, I was taken away by my master. Because I was a person with awakened heavenly spiritual roots, I was called the Young Master of the Zen Sect. My parents had three close friends when they were alive. One was Immortal Lord Ying Heng, one was Wu Hanshu, and the other was——"

Tan Huai's gaze fell on the male cultivator next to Ying Heng.

"The last abbot of Cangwu Taoist Temple was Immortal Lord Bai Yu."

Sandy looked back suddenly.

She stared at the male cultivator beside Ying Heng and the female cultivator in the male cultivator's arms.

The male cultivator was dressed in a gorgeous purple robe, with a proud look on his face. He held the shoulders of the woman beside him, his eyes full of vigor and vitality.

The female cultivator was wearing a turquoise dress and had a jade plate hanging from her waist. Her features were gentle and beautiful, and her black eyes seemed to be able to look at her through the painting. She could see endless tenderness in the eyes of the person in the painting.

Sandy's face is like a combination of the two. Her eyebrows and features are very similar to the female cultivator, but she also has some of the male cultivator's perseverance.

If the male cultivator is Immortal Lord Bai Yu, then the identity of the female cultivator will be clear at a glance.

That was Wei Shengxuan, her mother.

Su Xuan told her: "Daidai, these are your parents."

The hanging hand was held tightly by Su Xuan.

Ying Heng, Wu Hanshu, Bai Yu, Wei Shengxuan, and Tan Huai's parents have known each other for many years.

The hundred-year covenant was between the six of them.