Chapter 2297 [Shang Xie] Burned Fuyi Pavilion
Xia Fuyi saw his rejection and silent expulsion, and was silent for a moment, and said no more.
She nodded slightly to Zhan Luoying, carefully put away the three things, and slowly walked down the long steps holding Long Yuan.
I don’t know if it was intentional, but after recovering from her injuries, Xia Fuyi wore the white long robe that was characteristic of the Tianji Sect’s Sword Pavilion Master.
Because she is the only female leader of Tianjimen Jiange so far, when the leader's clothes were made, Changsun Qingzhao specially ordered people to change them into a convenient and beautiful female style.
The white gauze dress she wore fluttered in the wind as she walked, and the hem of her skirt was like flowing clouds.
She took two steps, and suddenly Zhan Luoying's voice sounded behind her again.
"Young Pavilion Master."
Xia Fuyi stopped, hesitated for a moment, and turned around to look.
They had practiced swordplay together, drank together, enjoyed beautiful scenery and snacks together, and been punished by the sect leader together. The red-clothed man, who had grown from a child to a young man, stood high on the long steps, looking down at her, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were a little dim.
"Little Pavilion Master, this is the last time I will call you that."
He said lightly,
"The leader of Tianji Sect owes you a life, but now I give you the antidote, which can be regarded as an exchange for this life."
"From now on, you, Xia Fuyi, and my Tianji Sect will no longer have any connection."
"Remember the second condition you promised me. If you break your promise, you will still be the enemy of Tianji Sect."
Xia Fuyi looked at him and said lightly after a moment,
"I never lie."
Zhan Luoying curled her lips slightly, silently watching the woman in white clothes as white as snow slowly walk away, and finally opened her mouth to remind her,
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, be careful on the road."
Xia Fuyi didn't even turn her head, she raised Long Yuan in her hand and waved it as a response.
She walked down the long staircase that she had walked, jumped over, and flown over countless times. The familiar white hem of her dress was blown by the wind, just like the previous master of Jiange had done every time he came and went.
Because of the injuries on his body, Xia Fuyi's speed was much slower than before.
When she reached the end of the long steps, she finally stopped and slowly turned her head to take a look.
The vast palace-like villa quietly stretches out in the green mountains.
The bluestone hall on the top of the mountain was majestic and silent. The training ground where countless disciples should have practiced sword skills at this time was empty.
And on the distant long steps, the man in red clothes was still standing quietly, as if ready to watch her leave.
This is where she lived for many years.
It was the place where she thought she would stay for the rest of her life.
She had friends here, apprentices, and...a master.
But in the end, everything was lost, including her only sister.
This world is bustling with people coming and going. Fate has woven a dense web that causes people to meet and part, love and hate each other, stand shoulder to shoulder and become enemies.
The fate of some people is ultimately just enough to be a memory.
Xia Fuyi took a last look at the majestic and quiet bluestone hall.
When she turned around, all the memories disappeared. She, who was drifting in the world like duckweed, now had someone waiting for her in the distance.
That was the love of her life.
Xia Fuyi lowered her eyes and quickened her pace as she walked down the mountain.
But she didn't know that at the end of her sight, above the misty bluestone palace, there was a person wearing a cloak, standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, looking at her white figure with his eyes lowered.
Until the figure completely disappeared from his sight, he closed his eyes slightly and said lightly,
"Burned down Fuyi Pavilion."
Mist lingered around his cheeks, and his face, paler than the mist, was expressionless.
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