Elder Sword Maniac paused, his gaze fixed on Pei Yuan, and said in a serious tone, "If you insist on seeking revenge against Mr. Fang Han, then so be it, do as you please. However, Mr. Fang Han has made it clear that someone like you must be severely suppressed, and he will not allow you to recover your cultivation level in the short term."
After saying that, Elder Sword Maniac gave a general account of the grudges and entanglements between Fang Han and Zhao Ziyi.
Upon hearing this, Pei Yuan was taken aback and couldn't help but sigh, "I never expected Zhao Ziyi to be this kind of person. You can know a person's face but not their heart."
Elder Jianchi nodded slightly, his expression full of emotion: "We were all deceived by Zhao Ziyi's hypocritical face before, and failed to see her true colors. However, Mr. Fang Han is kind-hearted and did not intend to take Zhao Ziyi's life. But from now on, I will have nothing to do with Zhao Ziyi anymore. I will have my second brother Yue Feng supervise this woman, and you must not have any contact with her in the future, so as not to bring trouble upon yourselves."
Pei Yuan bowed his head respectfully and replied softly, "Yes, Master." He raised his head, looked into the distance, his eyes filled with loneliness and helplessness, and murmured to himself, "It seems that Mr. Fang Han is like the bright moon in the sky, shining with boundless light, while I am just an insignificant firefly. How can I be worthy to confront him?"
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Elder Sword Maniac nodded slightly, his eyes filled with approval and comfort, and slowly said, "It is truly rare that you can understand these principles. Mr. Fang specifically instructed you to go into seclusion and cultivate for another three months. When your mind is as clear as water, without any distracting thoughts, the restrictions he placed on you will naturally dissipate like morning mist meeting the rising sun."
He exhaled a breath of stale air, as if a heavy boulder had been lifted from his heart.
He thought to himself, Pei Yuan was proud and arrogant from a young age, and had extraordinary talent. When his cultivation path was smooth, his progress was astonishing, like a hot knife through butter, making progress by leaps and bounds every day.
However, life is unpredictable, and the path of spiritual practice is never entirely smooth.
It is difficult to predict whether Pei Yuan will be able to maintain his perseverance and not succumb to despair or become discouraged once he encounters setbacks.
Pei Yuan was someone he recognized as a disciple during his travels, a talent he had discerningly found among the vast sea of people.
At that time, Pei Yuan was only ten years old, but he had already shown his talent. Now, thirty years have passed in a flash, and Pei Yuan has grown into a strong person in the early stage of the Divine Sense Realm, and his reputation has also risen in the sect.
But precisely because of this, Elder Sword Maniac is even more worried that he might fall into the quagmire of obsession due to a temporary defeat, and be unable to extricate himself.
However, seeing Pei Yuanneng so readily accept Mr. Fang's arrangements and realize his own shortcomings in cultivation, Elder Sword Maniac's worries dissipated by more than half.
A satisfied smile appeared on his lips, as if he could see Pei Yuan's even more glorious future.
Upon hearing this, Pei Yuan also became solemn and nodded earnestly, saying, "Master is absolutely right. In the past, my cultivation was indeed somewhat hasty and my foundation was not solid. In the next few months, I will devote myself to cultivation, take some time to reflect, and strive to make further progress in my cultivation and reach a new level in my state of mind."
After saying this, he said no more, turned around and entered the quiet room to begin a new round of secluded cultivation.
The Sword Maniac Elder watched Pei Yuan's departing figure, his eyes filled with anticipation.
After that, he went to find his second disciple, "Gentleman Sword" Yue Feng.
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It had been more than an hour since Elder Sword Maniac left Sword Maniac Peak, yet that familiar figure had not returned.
At this moment, inside the cave, Zhao Ziyi felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, as if countless ants were gnawing at her heart, and waves of anxiety surged within her.
Outside the cave, the north wind grew increasingly fierce, howling and sweeping past, seemingly carrying endless chill and urgency.
The heavy snow, which had stopped for two or three days, suddenly began to fall again without warning.
The pure white snowflakes, as light as goose feathers, yet seemingly carrying immense force, gently blanketed the entire Longyuan Sword Sect.
The snow that hadn't melted yet had now been covered with an even thicker layer, turning the whole world into a silver-clad, pure white wonderland, like a dreamlike ice and snow kingdom, but also adding a touch of coldness and loneliness.
Zhao Ziyi waited and waited in the cave, and every minute and every second seemed to last forever.
Finally, unable to contain her anxiety any longer, she slowly stood up and walked out of Elder Sword Maniac's cave with slightly hurried steps.
She stood at the entrance of the cave, looking up at the swirling snowflakes outside. The fluttering snowflakes blurred her vision, but they could not blur the vague unease in her heart.
She always felt that something was wrong, as if a fog was shrouding her mind and she couldn't shake it off.
Logically speaking, Elder Sword Maniac personally went to find Fang Han, and using the sword-controlling technique, his speed was so fast that he was like a shooting star chasing the moon. He should have arrived at Fang Han's location long ago.
She knew her master's temper well. If the two of them started fighting over a disagreement, Fang Han would definitely be no match for her master, who was at the peak of the Divine Sense Realm.
But now, an hour has passed, and Elder Sword Maniac still hasn't returned. How could she not be suspicious?
"No way... even Master isn't a match for Fang Han?"
The thought flashed through Zhao Ziyi's mind like lightning, sending a chill down her spine. A flicker of fear crossed her eyes, and terrifying images flashed through her mind.
But she quickly shook her head, banishing the absurd idea from her mind. "Impossible! Master is a peak Divine Sense Realm expert, one of the top figures in the entire Dragon Abyss Sword Sect and even the surrounding region. Fang Han's rise has only happened in the last few months. He's only twenty years old. How could he possibly have cultivated to the Yuan Dan Realm in such a short time? This is simply a fantasy!"
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