The next morning, all the elders and disciples of the Twelve Sword Towers of the Sword Domain wore white hats and white clothes, and white coarse cloth was hung on the sword towers.
A young man looked at the courtyard filled with cigarette smoke and bustling with people with a complicated expression.
He had once been guided by the Sword God and had been saved by him. He had intended to repay his benefactor after he became successful, but now...
Inside the courtyard, several elderly people were not wearing mourning clothes; instead, they were dressed in white.
He directed the various middle-aged people dressed in mourning clothes, white hats, and white robes one after another.
These middle-aged men were all elders of the Twelfth Floor of the Sword Domain, and were extremely proud figures in the outside world. Now they were being bossed around by a few old men.
"Well, it's a relief that he's gone. Living is just a burden."
"Yeah, look what those brats have done to the Sword Domain!"
"What are those Jian Que brats and those other brothel owners doing, really?"
The group of old men became more and more excited as they talked.
Back in the day, when they governed the Sword Domain, they were at least stable and secure, if not incredibly powerful.
Now, all sorts of dangerous elements are coming to their Sword Domain.
The noise woke Xiaoxi from her sleep. After waking up, she felt like she couldn't catch her breath.
Despite the nausea, she shakily got up. She hoped that everything from last night was an illusion; the commotion outside must be fake, right?
Pushing open the door... everything was white...
A somber atmosphere permeated the courtyard, as if time had frozen. The sky was overcast, devoid of sunlight, making the entire courtyard appear dark and damp. Funeral supplies were neatly arranged in every corner of the courtyard: white paper flowers, black elegiac couplets, and simple floral wreaths.
There was a table by the door of a room, on which were some offerings and incense.
There were still some people busy in the courtyard. Some were setting up the mourning hall, some were preparing offerings, and some were cleaning. Their expressions were all heavy, as if the grief of the entire courtyard weighed on them.
Xiaoxi sobbed, feeling an even greater pain in her chest. She wanted to cry, but no tears came out, and in the end, she could only sob silently.
He collapsed to his knees, utterly helpless.
The wind blew the fallen leaves, and among them, a golden leaf landed on her head.
While the Sword Domain was trembling, many people from other domains infiltrated the Sword Domain under the pretext of commemorating the Sword God.
There are disguised aliens, masked traitors, and self-righteous fools.
The Sword Domain is like a real vortex, gradually becoming chaotic. Alien races and traitors are unwilling to let go of this breakthrough; the anti-human king forces are also unwilling to let go of this opportunity.
Even though news of the human king's return is flying everywhere, and it might even be a trap for them, this is still a very good opportunity for a breakthrough.
At the same time, Haotian and Xiaohei sat facing each other.
"Time is running out, I sensed that He was acting strangely."
"Are they all... going to make a scene?"
Haotian looked out the window. The rain had stopped, and Diefang and the others had returned to the courtyard.
Due to the passing of the Sword God, all twelve towers of the Sword Domain ceased development for a day, and no one was allowed to enter the towers. Overnight, white lanterns and white cloths were hung on all twelve towers.
Only then did Diefang and the others realize that a very important figure from the Sword Domain had left.
Only those at the very top of the sword realm know what has happened.
If it weren't for the fact that the Sword God's former companions were still alive, the masters of the Twelve Towers of the Sword Domain would probably have joined forces to suppress the news of the Sword God's death, or... symbolically continued to bury the end of his legend.
Diefang and the others cultivated in their room, while Xiao Hei stayed in Haotian's room and reinforced the barrier. Without their permission, Diefang and the others could not enter.
Haotian sat opposite Xiao Hei, quietly gazing at him. Night had fallen, and the city of Sword Domain was ablaze with lights, but they seemed detached from it all, lost in their own thoughts. Her white hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering with a faint light.
Haotian gently picked up her wine glass and took an elegant sip. The rich and mellow flavor of the celestial wine spread in her mouth, bringing her a touch of melancholy. She put down the glass, gazed into the distance, and recalled those past events. Time flies like a song, and at this moment, she only wanted to quietly enjoy this moment that belonged to her in the tranquil night.
She knew that life, like wine, needed to be savored slowly to appreciate its profound meaning. She knew that life's journey was long, and she needed to persevere to find her place in the world.
Xiao Hei couldn't help but say, "I know you. You always have a unique way of enjoying tea and another unique way of drinking wine. It's all so beautiful and interesting."
Upon hearing this, Haotian merely turned his head and continued to gaze at him quietly.
As if trying to memorize Xiao Hei's face, she didn't say much...
Seeing her like this, Xiao Hei felt a slight sense of irritation for some reason.
"Is this something that absolutely has to be done? Think about your disciples, think about Chu Xinqiao in Lingyuan Palace, think about... me."
Once again, a deathly silence fell. After a long while, the response from Xiao Hei was still the same old thing.
"The memories you sealed away... are just one more. Tonight, I will arrange things for Diefang and the others. As for Chu Xinqiao..."
This journey is fraught with peril; we must fight for our lives against the heavens.
Haotian felt he had let down his friend, the Sword God.
This is also an opportunity for Haotian, an opportunity for Diefang and the others to grow independently, and also an excellent stage. There are quite a few spectators: alien races, traitors, and young people.
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