"What's wrong?"
Su Lin looked over, and Xiao Linlin stuck out her little tongue: "I suddenly realized that if we go back... according to the time flow mechanism of Zone C, fourteen years is only equivalent to 10 days."
"right."
Su Lin asked in confusion, "So?"
"Then I..."
Xiao Linlin looked down at her body, stretched out her long legs, and said with a helpless expression, "Then haven't I grown up for nothing!"
"That's not necessarily true. Perhaps you can maintain your current appearance, but your lifespan will not be as long as fourteen years."
Su Lin shook his head and smiled, saying that this was indeed an uncertain fact. Many of the effects of the mechanism were not as simple as they appeared on the surface, and many details could only be determined through personal experience.
"Forget it, forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Let's go back and talk about it later."
Xiao Linlin shook her head, her pigtails swaying as she led Su Lin outside.
The crowd gathered behind him, and the affairs of this realm led by the Sword Pavilion were naturally handled by others. No one left Su Lin's side.
Everyone knows that the time for parting is approaching, and we should cherish every moment we have in this world.
Especially Su Qingyang. Su Lin glanced at him in the crowd several times. This man was much more silent than before, just silently following behind Li Xingtian without saying a word.
Li Xingtian had given orders not to take Su Qingyang away; he was to stay here, and it was unknown how long it would be before he saw Su Lin and Li Xingtian again.
After entering the side hall of the Sword Pavilion, Li Xingtian turned to Su Qingyang and instructed him, then patted him on the shoulder: "Go, from now on, Zhenshu can no longer help you. In the future, all matters, big and small, of the Sword Pavilion will depend on you."
"Little Wooden Sword, don't go astray again, and don't jeopardize the future of our sect. I might come back to check on you sometime and test you."
Li Xingtian spoke seriously, with a hint of感慨 in his tone.
The thought of truly leaving this world is an indescribable farewell for him, but that's just how life is; not every person, every event, or every environment will accompany you for your entire life.
"Yes, Master."
Su Qingyang lowered his head, his face expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Su Lin kept looking at him, but Su Qingyang never raised his head, keeping it down and his body slightly stiff.
"He... has encountered a small problem here."
Xiao Linlin lowered her voice and pointed to her head: "It was Senior Li who said that Old Man Su killed too many people that day. After he regained his senses, he couldn't suppress the killing intent in his heart. He hadn't come out of the shadow of the Sword Pavilion being almost completely wiped out, and he was almost mentally broken on the spot."
"It was Senior Li who took him into seclusion in time to calm his mind, which stabilized him a lot, but he was left with a chronic illness."
"It is said that from now on, I will only be able to become a heartless person, and I will not be very sensitive to love or hate."
"Um."
Su Lin nodded upon hearing this, realizing that the root of Su Qingyang's problem had not been completely eliminated.
Li Xingtian is powerful, but there are times when his strength is insufficient and he cannot completely clear the way for Su Qingyang.
Su Lin looked at the master and apprentice, and just as Su Qingyang was about to turn and leave after receiving the order, Su Lin suddenly called out, "Wait."
Everyone looked up, but Su Qingyang was still walking out, having already stepped over the threshold. He seemed not to have heard Su Lin's call, or perhaps he had heard it but didn't care who Su Lin was calling for.
Su Lin's figure vanished in a flash, and the next moment he stood at the doorway, in front of Su Qingyang.
Su Qingyang raised his head and looked at him, still expressionless.
The father and son, nominally father and son, are looking at each other.
A moment later, Su Lin lightly flipped through a book with his right hand and handed it over: "This is the method I cultivate, and it is also the path that my master will take in the future. You should need it."
Jia Zhengyi, standing nearby, craned his neck and saw the name of the book: A True Scripture.
It is Su Lin's Foundation Building Method, which has the effects of cultivating wisdom and spiritual energy, and transforming the body.
Su Qingyang silently reached out and took it, without examining it carefully or saying thank you. He simply put it in his pocket and walked past Su Lin.
Su Lin turned to look and saw Su Qingyang walk out of the side hall and down the long steps, his shadow stretching long in the afternoon sunlight.
"Are you not used to it?"
Li Xingtian came to Su Lin's side and looked at the lone man side by side, and said softly, "I know he hates me, hates me for entering the calamity that day and killing the people he cares about."
“He can’t hate me. I’m his master. I taught him to wield a sword and passed on my martial arts. He can’t draw his sword against me.”
"He could only hate himself for using violence to slowly kill himself, thus forcing himself onto an unfamiliar path."
Li Xingtian understood this very well, but he couldn't change the facts that had already happened.
He could only watch silently as his once proudest disciple failed to become the next generation of sword immortal he had hoped for, instead embarking on a path from which no one knew the future.
"It's alright, he'll digest it."
Su Lin spoke softly, slowly withdrawing her gaze: "One day he will realize that the one he should hate is not you, but something else."
"thing?"
Li Xingtian raised an eyebrow but said nothing more.
The two turned and returned to the side hall. The atmosphere remained cheerful, and no one mentioned Su Qingyang. At least in the eyes of most of the followers, he was just a passerby.
He may be important at a certain moment, but he will also fade away like smoke, and we will hardly have any connection anymore.
Su Lin scanned the familiar faces, knowing that no one was being heartless; it was just how things were.
In the game world governed by these mechanisms, even if people are alive and well, they are treated like playthings to be manipulated.
No one cared about them, and they were powerless to resist.
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