Did I really do something wrong? No, I did nothing wrong. Everything I did was for the sect, for the sect.
Leng Shuang tried desperately to convince herself.
The midday sun was still bright, but Leng Shuang felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. In this vast Heavenly Sword Sect, she had no one to rely on.
Do you feel cold?
"Who?" Leng Shuang's whip struck out immediately, piercing behind her like lightning, but unfortunately, it was blocked by the yellow gauze dress midway.
One black, one yellow, the two weapons intertwined, evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand. Then they released their grip simultaneously.
Because Leng Shuang already knew who was behind her.
Why are you here?
"If you can come, why can't I?" Sang Yu still carried a small white jade wine jar in her hand, and there was a faint fragrance of osmanthus wine on her body.
“You are not someone who would leave Tianjian Peak for no reason.”
"You talk as if you know me very well, but in fact, you don't. Want to have a drink together? You don't seem to be in a good mood."
"I don't need anyone's sympathy or charity."
"I don't mean to pity or give you charity. On the contrary, just consider it as you pitying and giving charity to me." Sang Yu shrugged, "I don't care anyway."
"Drink up, this is my favorite spirit wine lately, it'll be gone once it's finished."
Leng Shuang looked at the small wine glass handed to her, hesitated for a moment, and then took it.
"Okay, I'll drink it." After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the spirit wine in one gulp.
"Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"
Are you that kind of person?
Sang Yu shook her head: "If it were you, you might poison the drink, but I would never." How could she face him with such a heavy burden of guilt? Just thinking about him made even breathing painful.
Although it is not a separation by death, if we are separated forever, what difference is there between us and a separation by death?
Sang Yu drank her wine sip by sip, a smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to be silently weeping.
"Wake up. Getting drunk won't solve anything. What needs to be faced will always have to be faced."
"So you're lecturing me now."
"Consider this my payment for treating me to this drink."
Do you know why I'm here today?
"Isn't it Xiu Qiyu? I don't want to hear anything about him right now, so you'd better not say anything."
"Are you feeling guilty?"
"I will absolutely not tell you unless you beat me."
Sang Yu took a sip of wine: "You know I can't beat you. At most, we'll die together."
"Do all people from Heavenly Sword Peak enjoy threatening others?"
"It seems someone else said those words to you today. Was it your senior brother? No, with your senior brother's skill, there's no need for him to perish with you, unless he's taken a liking to you."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"I'm just stating a fact." Sang Yu seemed oblivious to Leng Shuang's anger, continuing to drink her wine.
The mountain peaks rose slowly, and Sang Yu's pale yellow gauze skirt left streaks in the wind. Leng Shuang gripped the whip tightly in her hand.
It looked like a battle was about to break out.
Sang Yu suddenly stopped what she was doing, and the white jade wine pot fell to the ground. Sang Yu's expression was very complicated, a mixture of surprise, relief, and grievance. She didn't even bother to pick up the white jade wine pot from the ground.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Leng Shuang picked up the white jade wine pot from the ground. It was a magical artifact; even if it fell to the ground, the wine inside would not spill out, and the pot would not break.
"Master has finished his seclusion. I'm leaving now. We'll fight another day." With that, Sang Yu disappeared like a rabbit.
Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to take his precious wine gourd with him.
Leng Shuang stood blankly atop the clouds. No wonder, no wonder the Grand Elder's expression was so complicated just now, no wonder the Grand Elder was so sure that Xiu Qiyu was from Tianjian Peak, no wonder the sect demanded that Xiu Qiyu be let go and that this matter end here.
The Grand Elder and the sect must have known about Zhang Hua Zhenren's emergence from seclusion long ago, and they were already certain that Xiu Qiyu would definitely join Tianjian Peak.
What exactly did she do? Like a fool, she made things difficult for the sect's unparalleled genius for her own selfish reasons.
She really should take a break. As if she had lost her soul, Leng Shuang staggered back to her courtyard and immediately opened all the restrictions, forbidding anyone from entering.
Of course, the news of Leng Shuang's seclusion did not cause much of a stir in the Heavenly Sword Sect, because an even bigger piece of news swept through the entire sect: Zhang Hua, the True Person of Heavenly Sword Peak, had emerged from seclusion after thirty years.
After receiving Jue Chen's message, Sang Yu immediately rushed back to Tianjian Peak. He didn't bother to hide himself along the way and went straight to his master's cave after entering Tianjian Peak.
"Master, Master, you've finally emerged from seclusion."
Xiu Qiyu was also at Tianjian Peak at this time, and his injuries had healed by half. Senior Brother Juechen, Third Senior Sister Feiyue, Fourth Senior Brother Qinwu, and Fifth Senior Brother Niefeng were all in the main hall at this time, but Second Senior Brother and Junior Sister were missing.
Zhang Hua appeared to be around forty years old. His white hair was held back by a jade hairpin, and his face was plain and unremarkable, except for his eyes.
At first glance, it resembles a calm lake, without a ripple. But upon closer inspection, it is as dazzling as a starry sky, captivating the viewer and drawing them in irresistibly.
He wore an ordinary gray robe and didn't possess any particularly striking qualities. In short, he was just an ordinary middle-aged man.
"It seems there's one more person." Master Zhang Hua glanced around and then focused his gaze on Xiu Qiyu. What a dashing swordsman! He'll surely captivate countless women's hearts this time.
"Junior Xiu Qiyu pays respects to Master Zhang Hua."
“Xiu Qiyu—” Master Zhang Hua read Xiu Qiyu’s name again.
"He is the top student in this year's class and is eager to become your disciple. He has come many times already," Qin Wu spoke first.
"So, you all agree with him."
Jue Chen nodded: "Xiu Qiyu's comprehension, strength, and potential are all top-notch, and his temperament is one in a million."
Feiyue shook her head: "Master, I don't know."
Nie Feng shook his head as well: "Master, I was training outside, so I don't know either."
"I am Xiu Qiyu, and I have indeed come to become your disciple. I do not know how I can become your disciple."
Xiu Qiyu knelt down. Master Zhang Hua had emerged from seclusion. Wasn't this an opportunity given to him by heaven? Compared to Ye Liusha, he was already very lucky.
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