Lin Xiuyuan placed a Qiankun bag on the counter and said, "I am leaving to seek other methods to reach the higher realms. These spirit stones should be enough for Miss Qin to buy a mid-grade Foundation Establishment Pill."
"I don't know how many years will pass since we parted, and we may never meet again. May Miss Qin's immortal path be forever prosperous."
After saying this, Lin Xiuyuan gave Qin Suwan a deep look, then resolutely turned and left.
Qin Suwan's red lips parted slightly, her eyelashes trembled gently, and the calm on her face suddenly vanished, turning inexplicably pale. Her mind was racing with thoughts, but she hesitated to speak.
Finally, as Lin Xiuyuan stepped out of Wanlin Pavilion...
Qin Suwan could no longer contain herself and suddenly stood up, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lin, will we meet again? Or will we never meet again?"
Lin Xiuyuan paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said without turning his head:
"The world is unpredictable, that's just how it is. We cultivators aim to cultivate immortality and seek longevity. Take care, Miss Qin. If fate allows, we will meet again someday, and perhaps we can even walk the path of immortality together. Farewell."
Watching Lin Xiu's departing figure, Qin Suwan's face turned very pale, bloodless, her eyes like autumn water, rippling with emotion.
Lin Xiuyuan's figure completely disappeared from sight. Qin Suwan couldn't help but take a step and walk onto the street. She looked around with bright eyes, but she could no longer see that familiar figure.
For a moment, Qin Suwan was lost in thought, her heart empty, as if a piece was missing. A huge wave of sadness, like a tide, crashed over her from all directions, engulfing her completely.
She knew that for a very, very long time, she would never see that figure again, nor would she ever feel that sense of peace again.
This farewell today may be our last...
Two lines of clear tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks. Qin Suwan looked up at the plaque that had been hanging there for more than 30 years, and a bitter smile and sadness appeared on her lips.
Wanlin Pavilion.
"Was it ultimately impossible to save them?"
"The falling flowers are full of affection, but the flowing water is ultimately heartless..."
Qin Suwan muttered to herself, stood there for a long time, glanced at the shop, waved her hand and put everything into her Qiankun bag, then walked towards the street.
Whether it was fate playing tricks or destiny's will, I don't know.
The direction Qin Suwan walked was completely opposite to the direction Lin Xiu had gone.
The Wanlin Pavilion shop later became a source of regret for countless cultivators, as it was extremely rare to be able to purchase such high-quality talismans at ordinary prices.
However, the signboard of Wanlin Pavilion has never been taken down, as if the owner behind it has been renting or buying it, and for some time now, they haven't figured out what kind of business to do with it...
This attracted many regular customers who would come to take a look from time to time, but they would always leave disappointed. For two or three hundred years, the shop became old and dilapidated, and the tightly closed door never opened.
From that day onward, the figure of the girl who used to sit leisurely behind the counter in the afternoon, flipping through the jade slips, was never seen again...
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