After the war, Jiang Zhige's state of mind was indeed affected without Tiansha's persuasion. He has been thinking about Mo Ziyan's matter these days and is still thinking about it now.

To be honest, whether out of Mo Ziyan's love for him or out of his love for Mo Ziyan, it is difficult for Jiang Zhige to leave Mo Ziyan.

Unconsciously, Jiang Zhige recalled the past time he spent with Mo Ziyan.

When they first met, he had never thought of taking in a disciple, let alone Mo Ziyan as his disciple.

Now, the girl who was once just a little girl in his eyes has become his wife.

In the first year of her enlightenment, Mo Ziyan was only eight years old. She followed him around every day and called him "Master". She seemed well-behaved and sensible and very dependent on him, but in fact she was a little reserved.

Jiang Zhige seemed cold on the surface, but in fact it was because it was his first time taking an apprentice and he didn't know how to handle the relationship with Mo Ziyan, let alone how to take care of a child.

A few years passed in a flash. He was a master, but more like a father. He taught Mo Ziyan many things by words and deeds, and raised Mo Ziyan up little by little.

Jiang Zhige had already forgotten when he first noticed Mo Ziyan's affection.

At that time, he was quite relieved, but he thought that Mo Ziyan had grown up, and he didn't take Mo Ziyan's feelings to heart.

Unfortunately, as time went by, Mo Ziyan's feelings became more and more obvious, and Jiang Zhige became more and more indifferent. He even got angry with Mo Ziyan because of a confession, and even felt disgusted with Mo Ziyan because of a misunderstanding.

His attitude towards this affection has always made Mo Ziyan sad, but he is the master who watched Mo Ziyan grow up, and he really doesn't want Mo Ziyan to waste her life because of love.

Besides, he was Mo Ziyan's master and the head of Tianyun Pavilion. He had no idea how to respond to Mo Ziyan's feelings.

All the indifference was just because Jiang Zhige wanted to cut off Mo Ziyan's feelings.

But he never imagined that a young girl's naive love was actually Mo Ziyan's luxury that she had been secretly in love with for ten years, and that it was the feeling that was more important than her life in Mo Ziyan's eyes.

When Jiang Zhige recalls Mo Ziyan's heart-wrenching confession outside the Yangxin Palace, it still seems like every word is engraved in his heart like a chisel.

He regretted very much that he had not responded to Mo Ziyan's love earlier.

Is there really such a huge gap between apprentice and apprentice, and between master and apprentice?

Jiang Zhige looked emotional and sighed.

After more than ten years of living together, if you think about it now, no matter how hard-hearted you are, you will feel a little nostalgic and reluctant to leave.

Jiang Zhige just sat there, looking up at the sky, not knowing how long he had been there.

It was not until nightfall and the early morning of the next day that he gradually came to his senses.

Jiang Zhige looked down at Mo Ziyan in his arms and reached out to gently stroke her face.

I can’t bear to leave. I really can’t bear to leave.

No matter how gorgeous and beautiful the words are, it is difficult to express the mood at this moment.

Unfortunately, no matter how reluctant they were, no matter how hard it was to accept the scene of separation, the two still reached this moment.

Plop! Plop! Bean-sized tears fell on Mo Ziyan's face and slid down her chin to the ground.

Jiang Zhige's eyes were blurred with tears. He hugged Mo Ziyan tightly, trying hard to suppress his sobs.

He cried so hard that his whole body was shaking and he had to open his mouth to breathe.

"We are married and love each other without any doubt.

The stars have both set, so I leave now.

We are on two different paths and there is no telling when we will meet again.

If I live, I will come back to you. If I die, I will miss you forever."

Jiang Zhige's voice was choked with sobs, and he spoke each word with great emphasis, filled with heart-wrenching sorrow.

He let go of Mo Ziyan with trembling hands, took a strand of her hair, helped her remove the wooden spell that controlled her mind, then stood up and staggered away alone.

"Girl, you have been pretending to call me Master for ten years, but I don't know what you mean."

"If we can meet again in this life, you and I will be husband and wife."

Jiang Zhige's back faded into the distance, leaving behind only a peony flower that was nourished by spiritual power and had not yet withered in Mo Ziyan's arms.

"If life could always be like our first encounter, why would there be sadness in the autumn wind and painted fan?"

"If this kind of love is selfish, then why not be more selfish?"

"Hair tying means taking a strand of hair from each other and tying them together to make a knot. Back then, the Demon Emperor took a strand of Fairy Zi Yan's hair. Now, nearly a thousand years have passed. I wonder if he still keeps it."

Everyone in the hall had tears in their eyes, as if they could feel the deep reluctance and sadness that Jiang Zhige felt at that time.

Mo Ziyan was in tears and had difficulty breathing.

Her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, but she still struggled to crawl towards Jiang Zhige who was half-kneeling in the hall.

However, the restriction of the Heaven-binding Chain was difficult for even Nangong Rou to shake, let alone Mo Ziyan who was at the peak of the Profound Questioning Realm? She was blocked outside a layer of barrier and could never get within five meters of Jiang Zhige.

"Master. Master."

"It's Zi Yan's fault. Zi Yan just likes you too much."

Mo Ziyan faced Jiang Zhige, as if she was crying and also as if she was begging for forgiveness.

Unfortunately, Jiang Zhige lowered his head, as if he had already died, and could not hear her voice at all.

“Master!!!”

Mo Ziyan was even more grief-stricken upon seeing this and let out a heart-wrenching cry.

"Please, can you listen to Zi Yan's voice again?"

Mo Ziyan's voice was choked and trembling. She lowered her head and no longer had the courage to look at Jiang Zhige.

At this moment, if anything can bring Jiang Zhige peace and happiness, she would not hesitate to let her suffer the pain of being burned by the fire of karma.

The physical pain cannot compare to even one ten-thousandth of the heartache.

In fact, many people did not take Jiang Zhige’s inner thoughts seriously at that time, thinking that it was just a description.

Now, just by listening to Mo Ziyan's cries, everyone in the hall felt the same way.

Not far away, Nangong Rou was holding onto the jade pillar in the hall, also crying inconsolably.

I still remember that when the memory first appeared, Mo Ziyan thought that her love did not get the same response from Jiang Zhige as hers. Now that I think about it, a disciple and a sister are different.

Since they grew up together, even though he knew they were not blood-related siblings, Jiang Zhige still couldn't change his attitude towards Nangong Rou.

Mo Ziyan entered Tianyun Pavilion at the age of eight, and was the child that Jiang Zhige watched grow up. Even if he knew Mo Ziyan's feelings, how could he respond to her? However, even so, Jiang Zhige still did not favor one over the other. Not only did he change his heart on his own like he did with Nangong Rou, he was even willing to marry Mo Ziyan.

To be precise, Mo Ziyan actually received more responses and more love.

The person who should feel unfair should be Nangong Rou.

"Why, why am I always a little behind?"

With tears in his eyes, Qu Yun fell to his knees with a thud.