Leng Yan took the letter from the table and said to Qing Huan and the attendants beside him: "You guys leave first."
After hearing this, the attendants bowed and retreated. After seeing that everyone else had left, Leng Yan took out the letter from the envelope and unfolded it.
When he saw the handwriting on the letter, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a letter from the Ming Dynasty. He then began to read the letter.
When she read the last part, she froze, the letter in her hand falling to the ground without making a sound. Just like that person's fate, falling into the mortal world without causing any waves from beginning to end.
Her life was as thin as paper, and it would break into pieces and fly away with a slight tear.
The letter was sent by Qi Zhian. The first sentence was an apology, followed by saying that she had recovered those memories. Then the handwriting became a little sloppy, saying that she had taken poison herself and the throne had been passed on to someone else.
Then came another apology. Finally, a few bloodstains appeared on the letter, followed by the words, "The immortal stroked my head, and I will be blessed with eternal life." And then nothing more.
Leng Yan was stunned for a moment before picking up the letter and lighting it on the stove where she was boiling tea. She watched as the letter turned into black ash and fell to the ground.
Leng Yan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then her face felt cold. She wiped away her tears with her fingertips and murmured softly: "Can the ruthless path shed tears?"
Then he stumbled to the window, stood up by the windowsill, and said softly: "How can the word love be so misleading?"
She and Qi Zhian were just acquaintances, but why would she cry for her now that she was dead? She also had an inexplicable emotion. She felt as if there was a barrier between her and everyone else that could never be broken.
She watched through the barrier as they tried to break it down, but none of them succeeded. She chuckled and murmured, "So, this is why the Way of Mercilessness was lost."
She murmured softly: "Heavenly Dao, are you really ruthless when you say the ruthless Dao?" After that, she spat out another mouthful of blood.
Tian Dao in the Sea of Consciousness was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Sir, when did you recover those memories?"
Leng Yan did not answer, but slowly gathered the spiritual power in her hand and a snowflake appeared in her hand. She squeezed her hand, and the sharp edges of the snowflake pierced her flesh, and blood gushed out.
Tiandao in his mind watched all this silently. After a long time, Leng Yan let go of his hand, and the blood-stained snowflakes fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The wound on his hand opened again, and blood gushed out again.
She looked at the wound on her hand that was still bleeding, smiled to herself, and looked at the snowflakes still falling outside the window and whispered, "How boring."
Then she asked Tiandao in her mind: "Tiandao, how long do I have left?" Tiandao looked at her, then his tone turned cold and said: "One month."
Leng Yan chuckled and said, "It's true that the Dao is ruthless."
The Way of Heaven is the ideology of the Great Dao. The Great Dao is ruthless, and the Way of Heaven is naturally ruthless. All his emotions from beginning to end are just pretended. It can be said that there is a reason why he and Leng Yan can be bound together.
All equally ruthless.
After a long time, Leng Yan sat back on the bed. At night, a servant saw Leng Yan's injured hand and was so scared that he stumbled over to help Leng Yan bandage the wound.
Leng Yan watched them busying around in silence. Finally, Wen Shi came. Wen Shi looked at Leng Yan's bandaged wound in silence, but the air pressure around his body was very low.
Leng Yan raised her eyes to look at him, her tone was very soft, but Wen Shi heard it clearly, "Remove the Heart Curse."
Wen Shi looked at Leng Yan seriously and said, "I don't understand. He can still endure that little bit of pain." Leng Yan said "OK" vaguely and ignored Wen Shi.
There was another long silence, and then Wen Shi spoke again: "Yan'er, how about becoming my Taoist partner?"
Ignoring the attendants who had momentarily lost their composure, Leng Yan said calmly, "As you wish."
Wen Shi left, but Leng Yan couldn't fall asleep. She started chatting with Tiandao. Tiandao had been covering up the Tongxin Spell these days, so Wen Shi only felt that she was in good health.
Leng Yan said in his sea of consciousness: "Look, he can die early." Tian Dao was silent for a while before speaking again: "Sir, Wen Shi is a member of the spirit race. Are you sure he won't notice anything?"
Leng Yan replied, "Wen Shi has been in a high position for many years and has long been very conceited. You have obscured the secrets of the universe so that he cannot predict what will happen next. Given his personality, he must think nothing will happen."
Tiandao agreed after hearing this and did not ask any more questions about the matter. The next day, at noon, Wen Shi took Leng Yan out. After Leng Yan followed him out of Qingfeng Hall, Wen Shi reached out and embraced her in his arms.
Leng Yan frowned and pushed Wen Shi away, but after pushing her away, Wen Shi pulled her over again. However, he did not hold Leng Yan in his arms again, and kept some distance from Leng Yan.
Then he made a hand gesture and appeared above the Qingyuan Sect's spiritual vein when he reappeared. Leng Yan looked at everyone below who looked up at him, and suddenly had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, the next second, I heard Wen Shi glance at the people below, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
Wen Shi then spoke, ignoring the shock of everyone seeing Leng Yan standing so close to him, and said with a smile: "In half a month, I will hold a ceremony to unite with Yan'er. I hope you will all come to witness it."
When these words were spoken, the crowd below did not react immediately and looked dazed. Although they had not succeeded in catching up with Leng Yan before, no one had caught up with her at that time, so they were mentally balanced at that time.
But now, Wen Shi was actually going to hold a ceremony with Leng Yan to unite their clans. Their own failure was certainly terrible, but their opponent's success was even more worrying.
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