He hadn't run far when Yun Lian's voice rang out from behind him: "Sect Leader Jiang, once something happens, no matter how you try to salvage it, there will always be a rift. And once you push some people away, you can never have them again."
Please think twice before acting. This is what you owe them. When I saved Jiang Wenjing and Jiang Zeqi, they were only five years old, yet they were being hunted down by countless people.
If I had arrived any later, you would have been separated forever.
"I understand, thank you!"
Jiang, the sect leader, had already disappeared from the air.
Jiang Wenjing saw his father flying towards them from the snowfield, his eyes almost bloodshot, and he drew his sword to strike him.
"Where is my master? What did you do to her?"
Jiang Sect Leader silently accepted Jiang Wenjing's sword strike.
Jiang, the sect leader, looked at the photo stone that Yun Lian had given him on the way.
The photographic stone clearly recorded the pursuit and killing of the two brothers by the men Jiang Wanrong sent along the way.
And everything they encountered after arriving at the Wuji Sect.
Jiang Wanrong was covered in bloody holes, but her eyes still held a glimmer of hope as she stared at Sect Leader Jiang.
"Brother, save me..."
Jiang, the sect leader, knew that all of this was her own doing, and that every time he was about to find the two brothers over the years, the clues would go cold, making it hard not to associate it with Jiang Wanrong.
He endured the pain from his wounds and used his hand to end Jiang Wanrong's life.
Sect Leader Jiang stared at Jiang Wenjing with teary eyes: "Your master is very good. I know the truth. Child, you have suffered along the way."
Jiang Wenjing was filled with anger, but when he saw the other man's expression, which was even more painful than his own, his heart ached.
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