Nangong Ling'er did not stay where she was. She gestured for Bai Yao to help her into the house. Her eyes gradually calmed down. This was the ending she wanted. Fortunately, Nanmen Ruoxuan still felt a little guilty towards her brother, so she did not want to continue to implicate Nanmen Yihen.
Although Nanmen Yihen realized what was happening, he couldn't blame Nangong Ling'er, because Nangong Ling'er had only reminded Nanmen Ruoxuan of the consequences of her surviving.
Perhaps... she never wanted to continue living a wretched life? Whether it was seeing the receding hoofprints on the grassland with her own eyes back then, or seeing that cold corpse in front of her, or even when Nanmen Yihen personally destroyed Tuoba Hongen's body just now, her heart had already gone with it. There was no right or wrong, it was just what she believed, and so she made this choice.
Death must be similar to a dream, right? On the vast grassland, a young boy and girl gallop on horseback, a gentle breeze caressing their faces. At this moment, he is simply her beloved brother Hong En.
...
The next morning, the disciples of the Nanmen family began to clean up the ruins of their sect. Nanmen Yihen sat in silence before his sister's body all night, and finally settled her properly and buried her in the ancestral grave.
Inside the room, Bai Yao healed her weakened junior uncle, while her senior brothers and sisters protected her. Until the end, no one uttered a single word, even though they all had many questions in their hearts.
Despite Bai Yao's meticulous efforts to heal her injuries, Nangong Ling'er's complexion showed no improvement. She stood up and said, "Alright, let's get ready to go home. You can't do anything about my injuries."
"Junior Uncle, aren't we going to say goodbye to Sect Master Nanmen? Isn't it a bit inappropriate to leave like this?" Ai Yue reminded her.
Nangong Ling'er chuckled softly, "There's nothing wrong with it. He's probably still resentful of me, isn't he? I drove his sister to her death with my words."
“How can you blame your martial uncle for this…” Ai Yue had just started to speak when Nangong Ling’er interrupted her.
"Alright, stop with the pointless talk. In any case, if it were me, I'd probably feel the same way as Sect Master Nanmen. Let's go, let's leave quietly. Nanmen Ruoxuan is dead, and we'll have to figure out how to treat your Uncle Xiao's injuries when we get back. Be careful on the road, don't let your guard down just because we're going back. There might still be someone watching us. To be honest, I still feel a little uneasy, like something's not quite right. Let's get back as soon as possible."
At this moment, Ai Yue asked again, "By the way, Junior Uncle, isn't Senior Uncle Liu supposed to be coming to Beiyuan? What if we miss each other?"
Nangong Ling'er shook her head. "It's alright. If he were able to come, he would have arrived long ago. But he hasn't arrived yet, so he probably won't come. Let's go back the way we came. Even if he's on his way, we'll still meet him."
The group stopped talking and packed their things. Lu Yuan carried Xiao Yuhan on his back, and the group, along with the Blood Lotus Sect members, prepared to return to Lingsu City.
However, as soon as he stepped out, he ran into the disciples of the Kunlun Immortal Sect. Nanmen Yihen was also there, seemingly talking to the people from the Kunlun Immortal Sect.
At this moment, Nangong Ling'er saw Han Qianzhi's figure in the distance and suddenly remembered Qin Yuejiao's dying words. So she went up to him, gave the token in her arms to Han Qianzhi, and relayed Qin Yuejiao's dying words to him.
The boy was much more mature than before. Bai Yao vaguely remembered that she had met this boy once before on the Huai River. At that time, Han Qianzhi was a rebellious young master of a sect, but today he was much more mature and steady.
Upon seeing Qin Yuejiao's body, he remained calm and showed no emotion whatsoever. He simply thanked everyone present and carefully preserved his mother's remains. Afterward, he gathered the surviving disciples of the Kunlun Immortal Sect and left the Snow Cold Blade Sect.
Throughout the entire ordeal, he showed no sign of sadness, but as soon as he left the Snow Cold Blade Sect, tears began to stream down his face uncontrollably.
He gritted his teeth, forced a smile, and slowly began his journey home. He knew that his mother had died at the hands of the demon dragon Bai Yu, and he also knew that it was the people of Tianmojian.
He gripped the sword tightly in his palm, vowing in his heart that he would never let the Heavenly Demon Valley be his enemy, and that he would fight those cruel and vicious demons to the death.
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