Chapter 75 Waiting for His Reunion
Seeing Bai Hua staring intently at him, Ning Jue patiently replied, reassuring her.
"Don't worry, Chen Fu and the others have been following me all the way and are ready to support me at any time. If the two sides were to fight head-on, Rong Linyan and Fu Wei would be no match for them."
Bai Hua asked in surprise, "Chen Fu?"
Ning Jue's eyes revealed a hint of disdain: "Yes, and Chen Fu and his group weren't very good at hiding, especially Jiu Qiu. He wasn't trained and had no spies' skills. I often saw his head bobbing, making him an easy target. Yet even so, the Sword Hall never noticed anything amiss. Don't you think Rong Linyan's disciples were all useless good-for-nothings?"
Bai Hua took it personally, realizing that she was equally oblivious. If he hadn't told her himself, she wouldn't have even considered whether there was a tail following behind the group. So, was she also... useless?
No, that's not how you say it.
Although Jiuqiu was not skilled in martial arts, Chen Fu was the most capable henchman by Boss Duan's side, and his lightness skill and tracking ability were even more outstanding, so he would not be easily discovered.
Although Chen Fu was traceable in Ning Jue's eyes, an ordinary person would never notice his eyes that were spying on others in the dark.
Bai Hua spoke fairly: "Young Master's talent is extraordinary, far surpassing that of ordinary people. Take his eyesight, for example. What is clearly visible to him is difficult for others to see even if they are very close. This innate difference cannot be made up for by hard work. Therefore, Young Master is born with extraordinary physical abilities and is a rare talent for martial arts training. Compared with Young Master, those with ordinary talent naturally appear mediocre."
Hearing Bai Hua's words, Ning Jue curved his lips and looked at her with a smile, asking, "Why are you suddenly flattering me? Are you trying to curry favor for no reason?"
Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.
Bai Hua understood his implication, blushed, and quickly waved her hand: "No... I, I'm just telling the truth. Compared to others, you are much more powerful. Your martial arts are stronger than my cousin, stronger than Fu Wei, and stronger than Chen Fu. Of course, you can be considered a person of outstanding talent. I'm not trying to flatter you."
The more she explained, the more Ning Jue enjoyed listening, and his expression became increasingly pleased and delighted.
Perhaps it was the innate competitive spirit of men at play. Originally, Ning Jue disdained to make any comparison with Rong Linyan, but if Bai Hua were to make this comparison, it would have an unusual meaning.
In particular, Bai Hua's unhesitating statement that he was far superior to Rong Linyan was exactly what Ning Jue wanted to hear.
Bai Hua looked at Ning Jue with a smile on her face and asked, "What are you laughing at, young master?"
Ning Jue was unaware that his emotions were so obvious. Hearing this, he came to his senses, suppressed his smile, let go of her hand, and said, "Hua'er, take a step back."
Bai Hua hesitated for a moment, looked at him, and did as he said.
Ning Jue raised his arms, grasped an iron rod in each hand, and then pulled hard from side to side, bending the rods and tearing a hole in the iron cage from the middle.
Bai Hua knew what he intended to do, and was filled with anxiety, fearing that the sound of the iron bars breaking would alert the people outside.
She held her breath, afraid to breathe too hard, and watched helplessly as the iron bars were easily broken by Ning Jue. Perhaps because they had been cut beforehand, the sound was not obvious and could go unnoticed.
She breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Breaking two bars wasn't enough; more had to be broken. After about five or six bars, the sturdy iron cage finally showed a gap large enough for a person to pass through.
Ning Jue released his grip, his palm covered in dark brown iron filings. He casually patted them off, then bent down and stepped out of the iron cage that bound him. He stood in front of Bai Hua and pulled her into his arms.
His deep voice came from close to Bai Hua's ear: "You haven't washed for several days, and you probably smell filthy. I shouldn't have hugged you or touched you, but I just couldn't help it... Hua'er, after I leave, take care of yourself and wait for me."
Realizing that separation was imminent, Bai Hua felt a bitter taste in her throat and a surge of complex emotions welled up in her heart.
She raised her arm to hug him back, shook her head and said, "There's no smell. Even if there is, it doesn't matter, I don't care."
Ning Jue closed his eyes, his hands firmly supporting her waist, longing to lean down and kiss her.
But he tried his best to restrain himself. During the days he pretended to be trapped, he was unable to move easily and even disliked himself. How could he not restrain himself and touch her again and again?
"Can you agree to what I just said?" Ning Jue asked again.
Bai Hua pursed her lips, deep in thought.
He told her not to marry Rong Linyan after arriving in Jiling, and to do her best to delay until he returned.
However, this journey is uncertain, with no return date in sight, and is filled with too many unknowns and uncertainties.
Bai Hua felt uncertain and wanted to ask more about the details of the Sword Saint's death, but she stopped abruptly just as she was about to speak, her mood becoming complicated and depressed.
She herself was still troubled by her own secrets, and having been a whistleblower once, she no longer wanted to know any of the young master's secrets.
Firstly, to avoid suspicion, and secondly... she felt she was not qualified to ask.
Even in this passive position, she still had the courage to fight for a future together.
Bai Hua made up her mind, pressed her cheek against Ning Jue's chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and nodded in reply, "I agree."
Ning Jue let out a soft sigh, a sigh of relief.
He placed his hands on Bai Hua's shoulders, his eyes filled with rising emotion.
Ning Jue looked at her and said, "Say it again, okay?"
Bai Hua repeated, her tone even more resolute: "I agree."
Ning Jue tightened his grip on her shoulders slightly. Their eyes met, and his sharp, almost blackened eyes seemed to see into people's hearts. No matter how well Bai Hua tried to hide her feelings, she couldn't conceal them from him.
Ning Jue advised, "Hua'er, stop thinking about it. Let bygones be bygones. Turn the page on the old chapters and start anew. I don't want you to feel guilty every time you face me, to suffer in silence, to be burdened every day, and lose your true self. I only wish you to be carefree and happy, with a genuine smile on your face."
Bai Hua shook her head and said softly, "I did something wrong that can't be undone. How can I just turn the page like that? Besides, I'm not only sorry to you, but also to the Sword Immortal and the Ning family ancestors who created the Lone Goose Sword Technique."
Ning Jue said meaningfully, "Think about it from another perspective. The more powerful the sword manual, the less suitable it is for people of average talent to learn. The probability of mastering it is extremely low. It's like an illiterate person taking the imperial examination and passing all the stages to reach the final exam. Is that possible?"
Bai Hua's heart skipped a beat. She only half understood and was about to ask something when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching from outside. She immediately turned her head to the side, her voice trailing off.
The driver arrived, and it seemed the caravan was ready to resume its journey, leaving the two with little time to say goodbye.
Bai Hua wanted Ning Jue to leave in peace, so she quickly lowered her voice and promised him, "I will listen to you, young master, and try my best to forget those unpleasant things."
Ning Jue corrected him, saying, "No, there's one more thing you can't forget, nor can you pretend it never happened."
Bai Hua immediately straightened up and became serious. She hoped that Ning Jue could settle some old scores with her, or at least give her some punishment and make her feel better.
Bai Hua: "What is it, young master? Please speak."
Ning Jue said earnestly, "We bowed to heaven and earth and went through the wedding ceremony before. No matter how much of it you put on, I was sincere, and heaven can bear witness. The ceremony cannot be abandoned. You are still mine now, and neither Rong Linyan nor your aunt in the Rong family has the right to interfere with your choice. Of course, apart from the nominal one, we have already consummated our marriage. In any case, you must remember this, and remember it clearly."
Bai Hua's cheeks flushed from his words.
This sounds really strange. If he doesn't want her to marry someone else, he could just gently remind her. Why does he insist on making her remember the reality of their marriage? It's simply shameful.
"I...I understand," Bai Hua replied, her face flushed and her voice forced.
Ning Jue pulled her into his arms again, his voice gentle and slightly weary: "Wait for me."
Bai Hua's heart clenched, a dull ache spreading through her.
Last time they parted, she was unconscious and forced to do so, and the sadness of parting only came to her belatedly. But now, she was exceptionally clear-headed. With their separation imminent, she was seeing him off in a conscious state, and the sadness was intense and overwhelming.
A thousand words can be summed up in one piece of advice.
Bai Hua tugged at his clothes and said, "Whatever you're going to do, be careful. I'll be waiting for you to come back to me."
Ning Jue: "Okay."
...
The convoy traveled, crossing bridges and streams, and then continued on its journey for more than two hours until it was almost evening before finally stopping to rest.
After delivering the water, Bai Hua never entered the carriage where Ning Jue was being held again. She knew he would find a chance to slip away, so she deliberately avoided getting close to him.
After resting, the disciples set up the iron pot as usual, gathering in twos and threes. Fu Wei, as usual, reluctantly got up and walked closer to the carriage where Ning Jue was imprisoned, preparing to take Ning Jue to relieve himself in the bushes in the forest.
Bai Hua stood far away, pretending to stretch her legs and twist her waist, but her eyes had already followed Fu Wei's every move without her noticing.
She watched him walk over lazily, exchange a few words with the driver, and then, too lazy to speak, simply reached out and tapped the wooden planks of the carriage.
There was no response from inside for a while, so Fu Wei impatiently knocked again and urged, "Do you need to use the restroom? Give me an answer, or I'm not going to put up with this anymore."
Because Ning Jue had previously gone on a hunger strike and refused to eat or drink, he sometimes didn't need to use the restroom. Fu Wei didn't want to bother climbing up the car to ask him, so he would just ask him from below if he needed anything. Later, he even took a simpler approach and would just tap on the wooden board and wait for Ning Jue's response.
When it comes to convenience, Ning Jue is always straightforward; he either says "come in" or "get lost," and there's no precedent of deliberately leaving him hanging.
Fu Wei sensed something was wrong, glanced at the driver, and gestured for him to lift the curtain.
The carriage curtain was lifted, and the driver stared in disbelief. Fu Wei's pupils dilated for a moment, his whole body tensed, he took a breath, and then shouted loudly, "It's terrible! It's terrible! The iron cage is destroyed, and Ning Jue is gone!"
As the panic subsided, a cacophony of voices erupted around them.
The disciples all dropped what they were doing and looked around warily. Those who were relieving themselves outside immediately pulled up their pants and ran back to find out what had happened.
Bai Hua's calm face stood out in the crowd. Only when Rong Linyan appeared in everyone's sight with a sullen expression did she slowly and deliberately feign a look of panic and surprise, and follow the flow of people over.
On the other side, Fu Wei shouted in disbelief, "How could Ning Jue have cleaved this impenetrable black iron cage with his bare hands? How is that possible... Does this make any sense?"
After saying that, he jumped up again, reached out and touched the broken section of the iron railing. His fingertips were covered in iron filings. He rubbed them together with his fingers, his eyes still filled with shock, and he muttered something under his breath.
"Strange person, strange person... Sect Master, come and see quickly."
Rong Linyan exuded a low-pressure aura, and his disciples quickly made way for him.
He got into the car and, like Fu Wei, first checked the broken part of the iron railing. Then his gaze fell on the water bag in the corner, which he had asked Bai Hua to give him earlier.
Rong Linyan picked it up, weighed it in his palm, and confirmed that there was still less than a third of water inside.
Therefore, it can be inferred that Ning Jue escaped shortly after crossing the stream.
But breaking through the sturdy iron cage... barehanded? Absolutely impossible.
Rong Linyan asked Fu Wei, "Where is the Azure Shadow Sword?"
Fu Wei was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly got off the car and headed straight for the cart carrying cooking utensils and grain. Once he got close, he quickly bent down and searched, and soon pulled out the Qingying Sword wrapped in grayish-brown linen.
He raised his sword and shouted, "Master, Qingying is still here, Ningjue has not found the weapon!"
Rong Linyan frowned deeply: "Without weapons, he emerged like a caged bird... How strange."
Bai Hua saw everything, her gaze finally settling on the Qingying Sword. No wonder she hadn't found it despite her previous secret search; such a remote place was probably beyond even the young master's imagination.
Fu Wei, fearing Ning Jue might launch a surprise attack, clutched the Qingying Sword to his chest and walked towards Rong Linyan, clearly not intending to hide it back where it was.
Rong Linyan and Fu Wei exchanged a few words, their voices were not loud, and with the noise of the conversation, those on the outside could not hear them at all.
Bai Hua tried her best to minimize her presence, showing the same surprise and confusion as her disciples, remaining silent and not taking any further steps.
Rong Linyan, however, went to find her.
“Hua’er, you were the last person to see Ning Jue. Did he say anything to you? Think carefully, is there anything suspicious?”
Bai Hua cooperated in recalling the events with a serious expression, and then replied, "I don't know if this counts as suspicious, but when I delivered the water, he was very rude and told me to get lost. I was scared, so I followed my cousin's instructions, put the water aside, gave him a few instructions, and got off the bus without exchanging more than a few words with him."
Rong Linyan asked astutely, "Hua'er spent quite a while in the carriage, did she only exchange one or two words with Ning Jue the entire time?"
Bai Hua replied naturally, without the slightest sign of panic: "Ning Jue's temperament is unpredictable, but he is clearly not a good-tempered person, so why would he be willing to cooperate with me? Often, when I ask him a question, he will only reply with a single word after a long pause, which is always 'okay,' making conversations difficult. It takes a lot of effort to exchange even just a sentence or two. My cousin has talked to him and should know his indifferent attitude towards people. And Vice Hall Master Fu Wei should also have a deep understanding of this."
Rong Linyan was suspicious and was still pondering.
Fu Wei chimed in without hesitation, nodding in agreement: "Yes, yes, Miss Biao is absolutely right. Ning Jue is such a deadbeat; you can't get a single word out of him even after talking to him for ages. If it weren't for the important matters of the Sword Hall, I wouldn't bother with him at all."
Rong Linyan glanced at Fu Wei, sighed, and said, "Yes, communicating with him is indeed troublesome. Hua'er, think about it carefully. When you last met him, did you really not find anything suspicious?"
Bai Hua affirmed, "No, if it were true, why would I hide it from my cousin?"
Rong Linyan had no choice but to give up and stop asking questions. At the same time, his brows furrowed with worry: "If Ning Jue can really break the Xuan Tie cage with just his internal strength, how can the Sword Hall have any chance of winning if we meet in the arena?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Wei and the disciples of the Sword Hall beside him all looked dejected, as if all their hard work and efforts had been in vain and all their plans had come to naught.
Bai Hua spoke up at the right moment to comfort him: "Ning Jue's ambitions may not lie in the imperial court. Cousin captured him to ensure everything went smoothly, but from beginning to end we were never sure whether Ning Jue would actually step into the arena and become Cousin's rival. If his ambitions truly lie elsewhere, then we are just worrying unnecessarily. There's no point in thinking about the unknown. We've already come this far, Cousin should focus on diligently practicing swordsmanship. Besides Ning Jue, are there no other sword masters in the entire Great Yan? Instead of focusing on your opponent, you should focus on yourself and remain steadfast in the face of change, so you won't be controlled by others."
Previously, Bai Hua would not have dared to offer such advice, as she was unsure of the young master's decision and choice. However, she now knew that the young master had obtained a new clue about the Sword Saint's cause of death, and with this matter taking precedence, everything else had to take a back seat.
He didn't go back to Jiling with them right away; it would be too late to turn back after everything was over.
Therefore, if her guess is correct, the young master will not appear on the Great General King's arena at all, and her cousin's efforts will be in vain.
As soon as Bai Hua finished speaking, the noise stopped immediately, and an unusual silence fell over the surroundings, with no one speaking.
The disciples looked at each other, seemingly finding this reasonable, and began to ponder what they had been doing all this time following their master on this long journey. Even if the iron cage truly imprisoned Ning Jue, what would be the point?
As a swordsman from a legitimate sword sect in the martial arts world, if the way to gain fame and honor is not through diligent study and hard work, but through fair and square fighting, but through underhanded tricks, how can one still have the face to call oneself a righteous sect?
Thinking of this, a sense of shame welled up in their hearts, and several people lowered their heads.
Fu Wei stared at Bai Hua, surprised that she could say such a thing. Of course, the truth was unpleasant to hear. They had always seen through it but kept quiet, but they couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts, worrying that the hall master would be stubborn and go astray. Now that Miss Bai Hua had reminded him, Fu Wei belatedly realized that she was indeed the most suitable person to give advice.
Outside the martial arts world, within family ties, and possibly even the future wife of the sect leader, it is naturally the most appropriate and effective person to persuade her.
Fu Wei raised an eyebrow and stole a glance at Rong Linyan's reaction. Seeing that he was silent and had no reaction, Fu Wei felt uneasy and even had wild thoughts. He was afraid that the hall master would lose his temper and take it out on Miss Biao because he had been humiliated in public.
If the sect leader really takes action to teach him a lesson in a fit of anger, he cannot be disrespectful and fight back, but he can at least take the slap for Miss Biao.
Fu Wei waited and waited, his taut facial muscles trembling, but the slap still didn't come down.
Rong Linyan looked up and reacted, and Fu Wei hurriedly wiped away his sweat anxiously, while Bai Hua met his gaze with a calm expression.
A sneer escaped Rong Linyan's throat. He showed no anger or resentment. After a moment, he let out a helpless sneer.
He then sighed, "My cousin is right. As righteous swordsmen of the martial world, we should act with integrity and uprightness. I was greedy and ambitious, leading my disciples on a perilous journey that ended in vain. I have truly failed in my responsibilities and obligations as the leader of the Sword Sect. Of course, my schemes were flawed, and I have not set a good example. Therefore, I have decided to immediately relinquish my position as the head of the Guihong Sword Hall and hand it over to the deputy head, Fu Wei. From now on, I will strictly discipline myself and regulate my words and actions. If I can gain the appreciation of General Wang in the future, I will do my best to help the Sword Hall flourish. Fu Wei, you should also say a few words."
The event happened so suddenly that Fu Wei, who had just been promoted to the position of hall master, had not yet fully digested the secret joy in his heart. He was suddenly called out by name, and he was at a loss for words.
So he simply said, "Hall Master, rest assured about preparing for the challenge. I will dedicate myself to promoting the Sword Hall, even unto death!"
Rong Linyan patted Fu Wei on the shoulder, and the simple exchange was completed with a nod.
Bai Hua didn't say anything more. The air was stuffy from being crowded together, so she stepped back to get some fresh air.
A short while later, Rong Linyan went to find her and spoke with her alone.
Bai Hua said first, "Actually, I didn't mean to criticize you just now. Why did you impulsively give up the position of hall master?"
Rong Linyan insisted: "Since you've done something wrong, you have to pay the price. That's fair. I always adhere to the righteous path. If I make a mistake, I need to stop the damage in time and give an explanation to my subordinates. Hua'er's words just now have made me realize that I did indeed take a wrong turn before."
Bai Hua didn't know if he had really listened to her, but considering their cousin relationship, all of Bai Hua's advice came from the bottom of her heart.
"I'm relieved that you think this way, cousin. I've always believed that even if there are the most powerful and mysterious sword manuals in the world, they are just tools. The ultimate power that can be unleashed when man and sword become one depends on the swordsman. Cousin, let's walk our own path steadily. Even if things don't go as planned, whether it's you or the disciples of the Sword Hall, we can all stand tall. How can those who are in the martial world be afraid of losing?"
Rong Linyan looked at Bai Hua, and despite being so close, he suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
In just three months, she had changed completely. She had clearly broadened her horizons and become bolder. In fact, their roles had been reversed, and it was now her turn to lecture him on the great principles of life.
On one hand, Rong Linyan felt that this change was a good thing, but on the other hand, he secretly preferred the way Bai Hua used to depend on him in everything.
He said, “Alright, let’s not think about anything else and hurry home. You don’t know how many times your aunt has missed you since you left. Little You is the noisiest girl, always saying she’s hoping you’ll come back. And me, I’m in Jiling, hiding and pretending to have left the city with you. I can’t show my face, I can’t go home. It’s been so long, I really miss the taste of my mother’s homemade noodles.”
“My cousin is homesick,” Bai Hua said with a smile.
Her cousin was homesick, and so was she.
However, her home now only exists in her mind. She thinks about it day and night, but she will never be able to wait for the day when she can reunite with her parents.
Thinking of something, Bai Hua asked carefully, "Aunt, and my cousin, they all think we went back to Jingqi to visit relatives. Now that I'm going back, how should we deal with them? Cousin, let's reconcile our thoughts?"
"Don't worry, I've thought of everything to deal with. When we get back, we'll keep the same story, and they won't suspect anything."
"good."
Rong Linyan assumed that Bai Hua said this because she was worried about something else. He smiled and softened his tone, adding, "Hua'er, don't worry. The fact that you went to Xianyang Mountain will not be leaked. Only my father and I know about the plan to send you to Xianyang Mountain. My feelings for you have not changed, and my father understands the sacrifices you have made for me. He will definitely not oppose us."
Bai Hua was taken aback, realizing he had misunderstood, and quickly waved her hand to explain, "I wasn't thinking about that. Didn't we agree before that we would put the wedding on hold for now, and that my cousin would focus on practicing swordsmanship and preparing for the competition? The important matter is what matters."
"Isn't marrying you the most important thing?"
Rong Linyan looked at her, and the smile on his lips faded.
Even he, slow to notice, sensed the change in Bai Hua. Before, she was like a confidante, gentle, considerate, and devoted to him wholeheartedly.
Whenever he mentioned the progress of the marriage, Bai Hua could clearly see genuine joy and happiness in his eyes. She also hoped to marry him. But now, when he brought it up again, her eyes were devoid of light, and she only expressed her refusal.
Rong Linyan asked her urgently, "Hua'er, tell me the truth, do you... not want to marry me anymore?"
Bai Hua's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected her cousin to ask such a direct question, and her heart skipped a beat.
She racked her brains trying to figure out how to respond, but finding herself unable to use any tricks, she could only honestly say, "Cousin, to be honest, I really don't want to right now. With the competition about to begin, I only hope that you can successfully win the championship, enter officialdom, gain the favor of a powerful figure, and then help my brother get out of his predicament. Once my brother and I are reunited, and the heavy weight on my heart is lifted, then we can start thinking about our marriage, okay?"
She hadn't changed her mind; she was just desperate to save her brother. Although this was a rejection, it wasn't hard to accept, and what she said was all common sense.
Rong Linyan nodded and agreed, "Okay, let's save Brother Shu'an first. I'm looking forward to having a good drink with Brother Shu'an at our happy occasion."
Bai Hua smiled and responded, but the smile was only on the surface and did not reach her heart.
She lied, but she didn't feel much remorse towards Rong Linyan.
Back then, he was the one who begged her to go up Xianyang Mountain for him and seduce other people. He was also the one who pushed her away. Now, he wants to pretend nothing happened and pull her back. How easy is that?
It's like flying a kite with a string. The longer the string is pulled, the farther the kite flies. You think that because you hold the spool, you can pull the kite back whenever you want, but inevitably the string will break, and the kite will drift away with the wind, disappearing without a trace, never to return.
Now, she is like a kite, no longer bound by strings, soaring freely into the distance.
From now on, she will have the final say on where and when to stop.
...
After arriving in Jiling, Bai Hua moved back into the Rong Mansion. The familiar courtyard had been mostly replaced with new flowers and potted plants, making it feel both familiar and strange.
Knowing she would have to deal with all sorts of questions and concerns after entering the manor, Bai Hua had already discussed things with her cousin beforehand and memorized her responses, fearing that she might slip up and give herself away if she wasn't familiar with the lines.
However, the actual meeting was different from what she had imagined. Her aunt and two cousins' longing and concern for her cousin far outweighed their curiosity about the details of their family visit.
Bai Hua's previous worries and anxieties seemed somewhat ridiculous, because in the entire Rong Mansion, only Xiao You was around her, constantly asking questions and showing concern.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Bai Hua is no longer as sensitive and love-starved as before, always thinking about how to please her aunt, deceiving herself into seeking solace similar to maternal love from her.
But a mother's love is always unique, belonging only to her own children. How can there be anything similar?
She used to be unable to let go, but now, the young master's magnanimity has also brought her enlightenment. She is now able to accept the fact that her parents died and is willing to believe that they have turned into two stars in the sky, forever accompanying her.
Also, it's really nice to have Xiao You around.
Despite being bombarded with questions, all those difficult lines weren't memorized in vain. Bai Hua's throat was dry from answering, but she didn't feel impatient at all. On the contrary, the feeling of being cared for by someone close to her... made her feel at ease, and it really felt like coming home.
As Bai Hua continued answering Xiao You's questions, telling her about the latest fashion trends in the capital and which noble ladies she knew had married and had babies, her thoughts drifted away, and she couldn't help but think of Ning Jue.
I wonder if he will be in danger on this trip. Fortunately, he has the help of Chen Fujiuqiu and others. Perhaps with many hands there is strength and things will be easier.
She was in Jiling, far away from them, and couldn't help them. All she could do now was pray for him.
She hoped he would return safely, and she waited for their reunion.
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