Chapter 287 Severing Ties "Wei Changzai, stand up."
A cold night breeze blew by, and Lin Feiran, who had been listening intently, suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She looked up and saw the shadows of branches swaying, the lights under the eaves flickering, and a wisp of mist clinging to the corner of the eaves.
The sky was filled with clouds, as if it were about to rain.
She frowned slightly, her gaze shifting to the wisp of mist. The next instant, the mist, which had been drifting about, seemed to have eyes, turning gently before drifting towards them and landing lightly on the branches above her and Ru Xian's heads, like a cluster of mist flowers.
As she was observing, a commotion broke out among the people in the Hall of Heroes, immediately drawing her attention.
It turned out to be Wei Changzai. He stepped forward and looked at Zhang Chunping. Because he had his back to them, Lin Feiran could not see his expression, but could only see his increasingly straight back.
"What do you mean by 'for today'?"
Zhang Chunhe did not speak directly. He took a few steps to the side and happened to stand between Bi Sheng and Wei Changzai. His gaze actually fell on her. His face was hidden in the lamplight of the hall, half-lit and half-dark, but his eyes were clearer than ever before.
Bi Sheng realized what he was about to say, and his expression of watching the show paused. He then said in a deep voice, "The Dao Lord is kind-hearted. Even though we will take you back to punish you, we will not take your life."
You should know in your heart what you can say and what you cannot say.
If we don't make it clear, we can still mend things; if we do, then all our past achievements will be lost.
Zhang Chunhe smiled, his jade-white whisk hanging down to the corner of his robe, free of dust. He looked at the Hall of Heroes, his eyes filled with joy.
"So what? These things are unimportant to me. What matters is that after today, Changzai will break through to the Divine Realm and be only one step away from the Oneness of Heaven and Man. With him leading Daohe Palace forward, it will surely regain its former glory."
...In this way, I have fulfilled my master's mission.
"My path is based solely on my heart's desire and my own will. Now that I have reached the path and fulfilled my wish, what does death matter?"
Bi Sheng's eyes turned cold. At such a dangerous distance, he instantly formed a hand seal with his right hand, took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he attacked Zhang Chunhe!
Zhang Chunhe had anticipated this, which is why he stood in front of Wei Changzai. He immediately raised his hand to deal with her, but he had already fought several rounds with her and was injured. He was even more strained to face her now. He barely managed to catch one palm strike, and was knocked back several steps by the next one, bumping into Wei Changzai, who had not moved at all.
The other elders immediately tried to stop them, but they were no match for the cultivators in the Wuwo Realm. After exchanging only a few blows, they were forced back by a burst of spiritual energy!
The group bumped into the surrounding beams and quickly gathered around Zhang Chunhe. They looked over and saw that Bi Sheng was holding a jade shuttle-shaped magical artifact. As the shuttle spun, it instantly emitted hundreds of silver threads, which spread throughout the hall like a fine spider web, trapping the group in the center.
She took only two steps forward, and the silver threads immediately tightened and straightened, causing the hall to tremble slightly, and the crossbeams in the hall emitted a tooth-grinding creak.
"Of course you can say that. After all, you've taken refuge by Wei Changzai's side, so I really don't dare to touch you. But those who heard these words today, I can't let them leave."
The previous attack was not weak; it was enough to make Zhang Chunhe's blood surge and his spiritual veins tremble. Now, with such spiritual pressure, the internal and external forces squeezed together, and a drop of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the silver-white whisk.
"Senior Brother Zhang!" One of the elders turned to look at him, quite distressed. "If only you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place! How could you possibly gain anything by making a deal with such a wolf in sheep's clothing?"
Zhang Chunhe pushed his hand away and stood up straight on his own: "I promised my master that this is just the result of my actions. I never thought of getting any benefits."
Bi Sheng chuckled: "No benefits? If you didn't get anything, why would you have painstakingly accumulated so many merits?"
Zhang Chunhe, this is perhaps your just desserts. When you were being pursued earlier, many powerful figures from various sects clearly saw you but turned a blind eye. Today, I'm afraid there are no reinforcements left.
Does Daohe Palace have a future?
Zhang Chunhe remained unmoved: "Having spent several years with the esoteric sects, I don't know many secrets, but I can at least be certain that you have someone you cannot kill. As long as he is there, there will be a future."
While the group was talking, Wei Changzai simply watched from the side. He had always prided himself on being able to distinguish between good and evil, but now he could no longer discern what was good and what was evil.
Just then, a sword's cry rang out in the night sky, followed by a series of hurried footsteps. Everyone immediately turned to look, and even Wei Changzai's heart stirred, and he raised his eyes.
Could it be her?
At the top of the long corridor outside the hall stood a figure that blended into the night. It was indeed a woman's figure. She walked forward, and the roof tiles on the corridor jingled. As she approached, she quickly appeared on the eaves. Under the lamplight, the hem of her purple robe fluttered slightly.
It's Pei Yu.
Wei Changzai's eyes darkened slightly as he looked away, as if the sudden thumping sound he had just heard was nothing but an illusion.
Bi Sheng looked over, her eyes slightly narrowed: "How did you end up here?"
Pei Yu tossed the object in her hand, then stood on a high place with her sword in her arms. Several pairs of silver rings on her wrists jingled. Her gaze swept down before she spoke slowly.
"I just received a decree from the Daoist Master. He asked the Holy Maiden to return to the sect immediately, as there are important matters to discuss."
Bi Sheng's gaze was only fixed on her before he unfolded the bright yellow floral stationery in his hand, his eyes scanning over the ink-written characters one by one.
Even with this letter, she did not readily believe it. Suddenly, she spoke up, "You seem to have only recently joined the sect. Do you know that the Dao Master and I can communicate telepathically? You can easily tell whether this letter is genuine or not by asking."
Upon hearing this, Pei Yu's eyes flickered slightly. Seeing this, Bi Sheng smiled, but not with joy, but with disdain: "I hope there is no reason for me to actually wipe out all the disciples of your Daohe Palace today."
She closed her eyes slightly, formed a hand seal in front of her heart, and a faint spiritual light emanated from her.
On the corridor, Pei Yu was equally hesitant, but her hand had already gripped the hilt of her sword, and her gaze fell on Zhang Chunhe with an unusual coldness.
Regardless of Zhang Chunhe's true character, she had received many favors from him, and there was a debt of gratitude between them. Her willingness to risk coming here was simply to settle that debt of gratitude.
This move is already a risky gamble; if it works, great; if it's exposed...
So she had no choice but to reiterate her position to Bi Sheng once again.
However, a few breaths later, Bi Sheng slowly opened her eyes, her expression somewhat incredulous. She glanced at the letter in her hand again before putting away the jade shuttle, turning around and walking out of the Hall of Heroes to look at Qi Chen and the other person.
"What are you standing there for? Go back."
The Dao Lord has ordered that we need not lay a hand on him; if he were to reveal those things, he would naturally not live past today.
As she walked under the corridor, she looked at Pei Yu, who was standing on a high place. Her expression changed slightly, but she still said, "You will come back with us."
Pei Yu then quietly released her grip on the sword hilt, her back already covered in cold sweat. She took a deep breath, glanced at Zhang Chun and the others again, and then left without saying a word.
The group arrived like a bolt of lightning, only to leave unwillingly.
Traces of silver threads still remain inside the Hall of Heroes. Tiny holes are scattered throughout the lacquered wood. A beam of light shines through, splitting into several strands and scattering into the dim night sky, where the clouds are already completely black and a slight dampness rises in the air.
Zhang Chunhe was not helped by anyone. Instead, he waved to the elders and said, "Go and appease those disciples. Tonight, I will announce the succession to everyone."
The group exchanged glances, their gazes then falling on Wei Changzai. After a few sighs, they finally turned and left.
They had barely left when Zhang Chunhe turned to look at Wei Changzai. Lin Feiran and Ru Xian exchanged a glance, then stepped forward again, silently landing on the corridor and lying in wait.
Following them was the thin wisp of mist from before. It didn't stay beside the two of them, but moved closer and slowly diffused into the lamplight under the eaves, like a wisp of rising smoke.
Inside the Hall of Heroes, all was silent. No one spoke for a moment until Zhang Chunhe broke the silence.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and spoke slowly.
“This is not the first time I have met you in my life. Before this, we have been master and disciple many times.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chunhe heard a bell ringing in his mind, which made him dizzy. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered all over the ground. Suddenly, several golden incantations appeared on his forehead, crawling over the fine golden-red line on his forehead and gradually spreading downwards.
Wei Changzai was also surprised by these words. She immediately looked up and saw his current appearance. Her heart stirred slightly, and she subconsciously took a step forward to support him.
He remained silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "...You mean, you've been reborn?"
Zhang Chunhe shook his head. He wanted to speak, but it was as if something was choking him, and he could only utter a few broken syllables. But at a certain moment, it was as if some kind of restraint was released, and his voice finally became coherent.
“Not just once, but many lifetimes. Changzai, this is the ninth time I have accepted you as my disciple.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden incantation spread to his eyelids, pressing down stroke by stroke as if to pierce his eyes, but he didn't care much. He simply formed a hand seal to clean his whisk, and his voice remained calm.
“You met Qiu Tong, so you went to Dongpingcang and met another Wei Changzai, which made you doubt your own identity. I know all of this.”
Ever since I learned that she too had been reborn, I knew that one day you would find out.
These words struck like a thunderbolt.
The green lamp under the eaves suddenly swayed, and the thin mist slowly gathered and then gradually dispersed.
Lin Feiran was even more shocked. She didn't even have time to notice the movement of the mist. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she even stood up slightly, making a sound as she pressed down on the glazed tiles beneath her. However, the two people in the hall were too focused to notice this movement.
Ru Xian looked at the two of them, a rare look of surprise appearing in her eyes.
Wei Changzai lowered his eyes, his gaze wandering around but unable to find a focal point: "...Nine times, master and disciple..."
Zhang Chunhe nodded, turned around and looked at the jade tablets in front of him. The incantation had already crossed his eyes and spread down to his eyes, like thin tear streaks, but there was no regret in his eyes.
“You did grow up in Dongpingcang. Although your parents were in poor health, they were well-off and treated you like a treasure. You often enjoyed their company. Although you were a bit aloof, with their guidance, you were still quite good.”
When I was traveling around, they happened to be seriously ill and passed away. I saw that you were exceptionally talented, so I took you as my disciple and brought you back to the mountain.
That was the first time I accepted you.
"Do you remember the 'prophecy' I told you before?"
That wasn't some kind of divination; it was something that actually happened.
"After entering the mountain, Lin Feiran fell in love with you. Relying on the favor left by his father, he petitioned the Emperor to enter into a marriage contract with you. Lin Feiran is very arrogant and spoiled. You were unwilling, so the Emperor put pressure on Daohe Palace."
You had no interest in love to begin with, so you didn't care about these things. But for the sake of the peace and tranquility of the disciples, you agreed anyway.
But who could have predicted that you would later meet Qiu Tong?
These words, when they reached Wei Changzai's ears, were like a book written in the heavens, extremely distant and vague, and utterly unimaginable.
But to Lin Feiran, it sounded very familiar; this was the original plot of the book, and their story was supposed to be like this.
Zhang Chunhe looked at the flickering firelight, his words pausing slightly, tinged with a moment of reminiscence. For him, this was also a story from a very, very long time ago.
He sighed, and the golden incantation spread to the corner of his lips, mingling with the seeping blood before he wiped it away.
"You and Qiu Tong are in love, but she is ultimately a demon and it is difficult for you to be of the same race. How could the other elders and I be willing to accept this? So we tried to stop you several times, but in the end we couldn't persuade you, and you got married."
After the marriage, you volunteered to leave the mountain and travel with her everywhere, completely forgetting about Daohe Palace.
Wei Changzai's breathing trembled, and his loose hair obscured his eyes. Everything Zhang Chunhe said seemed like a fairy tale. He had never experienced it, so he couldn't say he had any feelings about it. His memories were just that scene constantly replaying in his mind.
Lin Feiran lay on the bed, tears welling in her eyes, quietly looking at him, and then broke the bond.
He asked, "And Manman, does she also agree to my marriage with Qiutong?"
"Slowly?"
Zhang Chunhe glanced at him.
"As far as I know, Lin Feiran doesn't have this nickname. You were also annoyed by her back then. She and Pei Yu didn't get along and often argued in the mountains. After Qiu Tong appeared, they both turned their anger towards her."
They did many things to Qiu Tong, and when the truth came out, everyone condemned them. I was able to protect Pei Yu, but I couldn't keep her any longer, so I banished her from the mountain.
Wei Changzai suddenly looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers: "She's just disappeared without a trace? I didn't go looking for her again?"
Exhausted, Zhang Chunhe knelt on the prayer mat and shook his head, saying, "If you don't like her, why would you go to her?"
Wei Changzai's gaze trembled, then slowly returned to his eyes. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "That wouldn't be me."
Zhang Chunhe said, "That is you, but you are completely different from that cold-faced but warm-hearted Wei Changzai."
Wei Changzai pursed his lips: "And then, she went to the demon realm and got together with that demon lord, right?"
but.
“I never intended for you to give up Qiu Tong and return to Daohe Palace. I thought, if you want to live your own life, then go ahead and live it. I am the leader of a sect, so how can I impose everything on you?”
Although he felt regret that his disciple was going to pursue happiness, he, like everyone else, let him go with a heart full of blessings.
He thought, there is still plenty of time, and I have many disciples. Surely I can find a successor?
However, several years have passed, and not a single person in Daohe Palace has become successful. They have repeatedly failed in the sect competitions, and Daohe Palace has shown signs of decline. Its reputation has gradually faded, and even only one person has managed to enter the top ten of the competitions.
On his deathbed, Master only asked him to guard Sanqing Mountain and Daohe Palace, but he couldn't even do that, and even that was destroyed in his hands.
Just then, an elder made a casual remark that gave him some pointers.
"If Changzai were still here, how could the leadership have been taken away by the Taiji Immortal Sect?"
Zhang Chunhe thought of Wei Changzai again, and a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.
He thought that Wei Changzai had not burned incense and kowtowed, so he was not a true disciple who had come down the mountain. They had traveled together for several years and worked together for several years. Now that he had come back to find him, it would not be too late for him to go on his own after the next disciple had become successful.
Having made up his mind, he immediately set off to persuade Wei Changzai, but before he even got close, he saw him and Qiu Tong confronting a group of rogue cultivators.
...Wei Changzai's sword slowed down, slowed down a lot.
That's how swordsmanship works. No matter how high your level is, your swordsmanship will either progress or regress. If you don't practice for a day, you will regress by a day. If you leave it for several years, you will become slower and slower. Even a strong body will become dull.
Looking at him from afar, Zhang Chunhe felt a dull ache in his heart, not because of the upcoming sect competition, but because he was heartbroken by his disciple's talent and his hard work.
Through the changing seasons, he persevered and never tired, which is how he developed such sword intent. Now, after only a few years of distraction, he has wasted his life like this. How can he face his past?
He was filled with mixed feelings, but when he saw the two of them sitting on the grass chatting and laughing, he did not go forward to disturb them and returned to Sanqing Mountain.
Another six months passed, and one day, Qiu Tong hurriedly knocked on the mountain gate, bringing back Wei Changzai, who was seriously injured and unable to recover, to the mountain for treatment.
After asking, they learned that the two had accidentally entered a secret realm while trying to retrieve a spiritual treasure, and that Wei Changzai was seriously injured and in danger of losing his life.
Sword bones are difficult to cultivate and are extremely precious. Given the current urgent situation, there is no time to search for or negotiate, and they happen to know of someone who possesses sword bones.
"..."
Wei Changzai closed his eyes, as if something was stirring in his heart. His cold and desolate heart began to loosen, and the frozen heart gradually began to crack.
His fingertips twitched slightly as he looked up.
"So, you took her sword bone?"
Zhang Chunhe also noticed that his expression now lacked the gentleness and compassion he once had.
"Yes, we took her sword bone to save you, but we didn't tell you."
He sighed deeply, and the golden incantation extended down from his neck and disappeared into his clothes.
"None of us realized at the time that this would sow the seeds of future trouble."
After waking up, Wei Chang was grateful for everyone's efforts in saving him, so he promised to return to the mountain often in the future to attend the grand competition for the sect.
Everything seemed to be back on track. With the sword bone in his body, his sword practice progressed by leaps and bounds. With his appearance, Daohe Palace reversed its decline. The number of disciples that were originally few began to increase, and many talented people entered the mountain gate. Its reputation gradually returned to normal, living up to the name of Daohe Palace, which is known throughout the world.
"The turning point came when you were traveling to the Three Bridges and met Lin Feiran, only to see her suddenly die before your eyes."
On your return journey, you gradually come to the conclusion that you have awakened and discovered that you now possess sword bones. Unable to accept this truth, you soon fall into a daze, lost in a maze, and plunged into the abyss of the Five Signs of Decay.
At this point, Zhang Chunhe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and golden incantations were already glowing on his abdomen.
"Later, due to some chance, I awoke again... This time, I did not take the sword bone again, nor did I let Qiu Tong join the sect, but you still met, as if it were some kind of irresistible fate."
Meeting, falling in love, leaving the mountain—the Daohe Palace began its decline.
“The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time… Every time, I tried my best to prevent you from meeting, and I succeeded sometimes, but you still chose to go down the mountain in the end, and the decline of Daohe Palace could not be reversed no matter what.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran half-squatted up and looked into the distance.
At this point, Zhang Chunhe chuckled, not with regret or remorse, but with pure laughter.
"Later, I stopped focusing on you and started training other people, whether it was Chang Qing or Pei Yu. I would do my best to train anyone with a little talent, but the final result was the same, or even worse."
Once, Daohe Palace collapsed right before my eyes; all these jade tablets turned to dust, and the portrait of my master burned in the fire, scattering to ashes.
Wei Changzai closed his eyes, and the emotions that had almost disappeared in his heart began to surge again. He heard himself finally ask the question.
"……so what."
"So, after trying many times, I finally came up with a solution."
Zhang Chunhe looked up at the neat jade plaque and spoke.
"I must sever all ties with you."
"The first relationship a person encounters from birth is the love of family and relatives, which is the most inseparable bond."
Your parents, those two frail mortals, planted the most indelible seed in your heart. They taught you to love and to be able to love.
So I carefully selected the most callous and wicked parents and switched your child with theirs at the time of your birth.”
"This is severing ties with relatives."
Wei Changzai's eyelashes trembled, a tremor escaped from his throat, and his breath carried a frosty chill, almost freezing.
"After returning to the mountain, I will keep you by my side and only urge you to practice swordsmanship. I will rarely let you have contact with others. This is to sever ties with friends."
Wei Changzai closed his eyes, and the frozen wilderness in his heart suddenly cracked open. Emotions that should have disappeared seeped out from the cracks, and his hands began to tremble, his breathing gradually becoming disordered.
However, Zhang Chunhe continued, his voice becoming hoarse, but his tone remained relatively calm.
"In this life, your personality has changed drastically, and sometimes even I can't figure you out. That's good, but to prevent any accidents, I'll still tell you everything about Lin Feiran and Qiu Tong."
Later, I noticed that your attitude towards Lin Feiran was different, and I became a little suspicious. I wondered, could it be that you have fallen in love with Lin Feiran?
After all, Lin Feiran in this life is completely different from before.
Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran almost choked. She stood up and looked at the two people in the hall, even meeting Zhang Chunhe's gaze.
“I noticed her difference when she was very young. She has become so different. I think that such an anomaly will become a thorn in the side of the esoteric sect sooner or later. It would be better to give you the sword bone as soon as possible, so as to make the best use of it.”
Wei Changzai's breathing became more erratic, but his face did not show anger, but rather a sense of powerlessness and an overwhelming palpitation.
...He wanted Zhang Chunhe to shut up; he didn't want to hear it anymore.
But he continued: "Later, I often observed that since we must sever emotions, love is the most important link. Whoever you love, I will make you kill that person to prove your path, to demonstrate your heartless nature."
“You are very clever, you know how to cover it up, and you even fooled me. If Lin Feiran hadn’t gotten into trouble and you hadn’t been unable to resist going to find her, Qiu Tong might have been killed by mistake.”
"Fortunately, it was not too late. Lin Feiran's progress was too fast, and with the Demon Lord by her side, it was impossible for us to take action. The Secret Sect just happened to want to kill her. What they wanted to do coincided with what I wanted to do, so I joined forces with them and set up that scheme."
“On that day in the canyon, Lin Feiran was pierced through the heart by an arrow and died. Although you didn’t kill him, the result was the same.”
"Look, you've broken through to the Free and Unfettered Realm."
"This is the severing of love."
Wei Changzai's hands trembled, and his dark eyes could not even focus. He kept recalling the day Lin Feiran died. Finally, all his emotions burst forth and surged like a tidal wave, almost drowning him!
He collapsed to his knees in the hall, as if suffocating, his black hair falling loosely over his chest, and tears finally rolled down his cheeks again.
As if in response, the clouds that had been gathering in the sky finally piled up to the peak. Without a clap of thunder, the cold rain began to fall silently, pattering into the palace through the holes in the roof.
Drops of water dripped down, and coin-sized watermarks emerged from his light blue Taoist robe, spreading and eventually turning into a deep, inky blue.
He spoke up: "You've already achieved your goal, so what's the point of telling me all this today?"
Zhang Chunhe looked at him quietly, watching the falling tears. He felt a moment of pity, but it quickly dissipated.
His kindness, his gentleness, his compassion, and his love have long been worn away in the many attempts to start over. What has sustained him to this point is only his unwavering belief.
The golden incantation had spread down to his calves. He paused for a moment, then propped himself up to stand.
"Because I am the final link in severing ties."
“I am the master who took you away from Youfang Town and raised you. I am also a source of hope for you. From the moment I started preparing to do all this, I knew this day would come, and I have been waiting for it.”
He raised his hand and drew the Kunwu sword from behind Wei Changzai.
"I'm waiting to tell you the whole truth so you can kill me and get your revenge."
This is the cessation of thought.
From this point on, his world will be devoid of love and hate; this is the tranquility of his heart.
"Do you hate me? Then kill me. I've revealed so many secrets. Even if I don't die by your hand, I'll die under this Golden Light Curse."
Wei Changzai looked at him, his pupils trembling, his emotions surging forth. He was powerless to resist and could only let Zhang Chunhe pull up his sword-wielding hand and place it against his heart.
Just as the sword tip was about to pierce through, a sword whistling sound flew in, deflecting the Kunwu sword several meters away.
He turned his head and looked around. The hall was filled with a blinding yet bewildering white light. He seemed to be unable to see anything clearly, but a warm yet resolute black light rushed into his eyes.
Lin Feiran, carrying the Golden Wave Umbrella, finally stepped into the Hall of Heroes.
Zhang Chunhe was knocked back several steps by the sword energy, and the incantations on his body gradually began to swirl. He could only lean against the beam and pant, unable to take another step forward.
However, at that moment, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared from the mustard seed pouch at her waist, and after a few loud rustling sounds of reading, a faint ink shadow appeared in the room.
The grandmaster stood silently in the hall, looking through the rain curtain at the jade tablets, and then saw his own name among them.
His gaze paused for a moment, then he turned to look at Zhang Chunhe, letting out a soft sigh.
“Xiao Cheng is my most carefree disciple. If he knew that his dying words would make you so obsessed, he would definitely be filled with remorse.”
Zhang Chunhe stared blankly, his aged face changing. He seemed to have returned to the day he first met his grandmaster, when he was still a child who knew nothing.
"Grandmaster..."
The grandmaster stepped forward, half-squatting down to look him in the eye: "Child, nothing in this world lasts forever. The world is constantly changing, sometimes divided, sometimes united, and sometimes divided. This is all part of the Dao. Why force it?"
Even if Daohe Palace collapses, the people buried here will not utter a single complaint.
The Way has already spread throughout the world, so why be confined to one palace?
The incantation spun faster and faster. Zhang Chunhe looked at the person in front of him, wanting to say something, but he could no longer speak.
The grandmaster looked at him and remained silent for a moment.
"What's the point of saying all this now? What can I say anyway..."
When the grandmaster emerged from the mustard seed bag, Lin Feiran had already walked up to Wei Changzai.
Wei Changzai looked at her, his eyes filled with an unconscious pleading. He thought she had come to help him, and he even reached out to grasp the hem of her robe, but she just stopped in front of him.
He spoke in a familiar tone, just as he had every time before.
"Wei Changzai, stand up."
He looked at her silently, and in his suffocating, drowning state, asked in a hoarse voice, "...Did you come to save me?"
"No one can save you except yourself. Wei Changzai, you must stand up on your own."
The rain was still falling, but after she appeared, the cold rain was shut out. She planted her long sword in place, held up the golden umbrella with her other hand, and stood in front of her, her body like a sword shadow, unyielding.
The umbrella he had longed for so many times finally sheltered him.
She said, "I won't pull you up, but I'll wait here until you stand up on your own."
No matter when, as long as you stand up again, it is a new kind of rebirth.
Author's Note: Zhang Chunhe is undoubtedly a bad person, but from his own perspective, he was also doing the right thing, albeit crookedly...
P.S.: I've finally finished the Wei Changzai storyline. This chapter was so long, I couldn't stop writing and stayed up all night. I hope tomorrow will be the same. [crying emoji]
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