Wen Yi called out softly, her words almost pleading, "I know there's a deep grudge between you two, but at least... don't let him suffer like this. Can you please help him?"
Xiang Sheng remained silent.
Regardless of whether she is willing or not, she only has a vague understanding of the existence of obsession, so what else can she do?
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng suddenly had an idea and thought of the key.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she spoke again: "Xiao Wei, tell me, do you want your master Lu Xuanji to practice Supreme Forgetfulness?"
This sound was like a ray of light shining into the chaotic darkness, instantly clearing away all the pain that could not be achieved.
Xiao Wei stopped and slowly raised his head. His face was blurry for a moment, as if time had gone backwards. When it became clear again, he had a very young face.
He stared blankly at Xiang Sheng, who had a cold expression, but what was reflected in his eyes was another face with a faint smile.
"Master."
His throat choked with sobs, his knees softened, and he knelt straight down, two lines of hot tears streaming down his face.
"Third Junior Brother..."
Wen Yi was shocked by his junior brother's transformation and was speechless for a long time.
Xiang Sheng's reaction was extremely quick. He struck while the iron was hot and asked, "Why does your master want to cultivate the Supreme Forgetfulness?"
Xiao Wei looked at Xiang Sheng infatuatedly, his voice hoarse: "Master, if you practice the Supreme Forgetfulness, you won't be soft-hearted. If you are not soft-hearted, you won't die..."
As soon as the word "death" came out, Xiao Wei suddenly woke up.
The master passed away tens of thousands of years ago, so where did the master in front of us come from?
As his thoughts changed, the influence of his master in his eyes immediately faded away, revealing Xiang Sheng's face.
"It's you!"
Xiao Wei gritted his teeth, furious. Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow beside Xiang Sheng, and his pupils suddenly trembled.
"Senior Sister?"
Hearing Xiao Wei's call, Wen Yi's eyes suddenly widened, "Third Junior Brother, can you see me?"
"Um."
Xiao Wei nodded and smiled, "I still have a trace of remnant left in the depths of my obsession. Now that I am awake, I will naturally be able to see it."
"So that's how it is..."
Wen Yi suddenly realized it, and looked at Xiao Wei without blinking. There was emotion and joy in his eyes, but more of it was sadness.
The two chosen ones at that time met again after tens of thousands of years, leaving behind a broken soul and a broken memory. How could she not be sad?
"Why are you sad, Senior Sister?"
Xiao Wei seemed to see through Wen Yi's thoughts and comforted her gently, "How tragic was the catastrophe? I never dreamed that I would see you again. We should be happy."
Wen Yi suddenly felt much better and smiled faintly, "Third Junior Brother is absolutely right. It's Senior Sister who is too narrow-minded."
"To Junior Sister."
Xiao Wei turned to look at Xiang Sheng, guilt in his eyes. "What happened back then was due to my extreme obsession and lack of clarity. I hope Junior Sister will forgive me."
As the two were talking, Xiang Sheng had been observing Xiao Wei. Seeing him apologize, he asked directly, "I don't think you're heartless. Why are you so obsessed with the Supreme Forgetfulness Method? What's the logic behind what you just said?"
When Xiao Wei saw Xiang Sheng asking questions with a different mind, he knew that the other party still had some grudges in his heart.
His own obsession had indeed led him to act excessively, and he didn't expect her to forgive him. Hearing this series of questions, a clear hatred immediately surfaced in his eyes. "What you're asking, Junior Sister, is exactly what I want to explain next."
Xiao Wei took a deep breath and tried his best to keep his tone steady: "Back then, I died and disappeared, leaving only a trace of strong resentment that has survived to this day. My purpose is to tell future generations who is the real murderer of our master, so that I can avenge my hatred!"
"murderer?"
Wen Yi looked puzzled. "Junior Brother, didn't Master die by transforming himself into a gate to resist the invasion of the Underworld, triggering a heavenly punishment?"
"Of course not!"
Xiao Wei sneered, "The Underworld is indeed our enemy, but the murderer who killed our master is someone else. He killed our fourth junior brother who accidentally broke into the temple. He thought he had hidden it from everyone, but he didn't expect that I was there that year."
"Junior Sister Xiang!"
Xiao Wei suddenly turned around, his eyes eager, "You hold the Blood Ring, and possess the Breath Containment Technique that only Master has mastered. The position of the second generation leader of the Puppet Sect must belong to you!
We are all disabled and unable to avenge our master, but you are the only one who can do it! With the terrifying cultivation you just displayed, you will definitely be able to kill the traitor and clean up the mess for our Puppet Sect!"
When Wen Yi heard this, he immediately had a very bad premonition in his heart.
Xiang Sheng's face was gloomy. "Who is the traitor?"
"Who else could it be?"
Xiao Wei's eyes burst with hatred that seemed to be real, "Big Brother, Sword Wind!"
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