If Jiang Zhige and Nangong Rou get married, Lu Tianjiao will bless them from the bottom of his heart, but what does it matter now? Not to mention witnessing Nangong Rou find happiness, it will be a problem to meet again in the future.

Lu Tianjiao cried very loudly, and Jiang Zhige had no intention of comforting him. He just kept drinking silently opposite him.

The two drank all night. Lu Tianjiao passed out early, but Jiang Zhige was still somewhat conscious until the early morning.

He staggered to his feet, wine glass in hand, his eyes fixed on the waning moon that was about to disappear.

The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions.

At this moment, Nangong Rou might also be looking at the waning moon, but she didn't want Jiang Zhige to have friends to accompany him, so she could only feel sad in secret.

Jiang Zhige stayed there for a long time, his eyes gradually turning red.

He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to burst into tears.

"Brother Lu, you've said all the sad things, what should I do now?"

"I never thought that there was someone who loved Fairy Nangong so deeply back then."

"If the Demon Emperor hadn't been here, Fairy Nangong would have noticed him."

Everyone in the hall was quite moved. Nangong Rou was as beautiful as a fairy and naturally had many admirers, but liking her appearance was different from liking her herself.

Many people love beautiful women, but how many will really take the time to understand them, and how many will truly love them.

Compared with extremely ugly people, those who are too beautiful are also likely to be hurt by love, because others only pay attention to their beauty, and few men will approach them with sincerity.

Listening to the discussions of the people in the hall, Qu Yun felt ashamed. When he first met Nangong Rou, it seemed that he was trying to show his kindness to her in various ways just because Nangong Rou was beautiful.

Nangong Rou frowned slightly. To be honest, Lu Tianjiao was just a stranger to her back then. If Jiang Zhige's memory hadn't appeared, she would have almost forgotten Lu Tianjiao.

Being drunk, Jiang Zhige felt his legs go weak.

He sat back down, holding onto the column, and drank the last glass of wine.

In a trance, Jiang Zhige remembered Nangong Rou's words before she left.

Although he regretted not answering Nangong Rou, if Jiang Zhige was given another chance, he still wouldn't have the courage to answer.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Rouer."

"But you have a better life. People like me are lucky to have met you."

Jiang Zhige still couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart, he lowered his head and cried.

Looking back on the past eight years, he was just a beggar. Perhaps it was God's mercy that allowed him to meet Nangong Rou.

Nangong Rou is stunningly beautiful, gifted, and the eldest daughter of the Nangong family.

Even though Jiang Zhige had never mentioned it, the rumors within the sect had always put a lot of pressure on him.

How can a beggar who has luckily become an immortal be qualified to stay by Nangong Rou's side and call himself her brother?

Now Jiang Zhige is even more tainted with demonic energy, and he may fall into demonism at any time. Why should he accept Nangong Rou's feelings? Nangong Rou will be loved by her family, admired by the pride of heaven, and have a better life if she goes to Zixiao City. There is no need for her to care about people like him.

He is the three-inch snow on the eaves, and she is a stunning guest in the world.

Immortal cultivators have long lifespans, and the two of them may just be passers-by in each other's lives. Eight years of living together may just become a memory.

The next day, Jiang Zhige woke up slowly, looked up and looked around, and saw Lu Tianjiao still drunk not far away.

Jiang Zhige looked disappointed and murmured, "It's not a dream."

That’s right, everything that happened yesterday was not a dream. Nangong Rou, who had been with him for eight years, left so suddenly.

Jiang Zhige ignored Lu Tianjiao, staggered to his feet, and wanted to ask his master for some healing pills.

Nangong Tuoyuan had injured him badly yesterday, and that ordinary healing pill could only barely relieve the pain. He could have endured it if he had just healed his wounds, but he and Lu Tianjiao drank all night and passed out outside, and his injuries only got worse.

Not long after, Jiang Zhige walked into the courtyard and found that the courtyard was still the same as before, and the broken wall had not been repaired yet.

Jiang Zhige was stunned. This was not Yao Qianji's style.

Besides, with Yao Qianji's level of cultivation, repairing the courtyard wall only requires him to raise his hand.

Jiang Zhige took a closer look and found that Yao Qianji was still sitting on the stone bench motionless all night.

"Master?"

Jiang Zhige's heart trembled and he ran over in a hurry.

At this time, Yao Qianji sat motionless with his eyes half closed. His already gray hair turned as white as paper, and he looked dozens of years older overnight.

"Master! Master! Don't scare me,"

Jiang Zhige kept calling out to Yao Qianji, and after a long time, he finally showed some movement.

Yao Qianji slowly turned his head to look at Jiang Zhige, and said with a sigh: "Zhige, you are here."

"Master, you, you..."

Jiang Zhige had tears in his eyes and didn't know what to say.

When he left yesterday, he was immersed in the sadness of Nangong Rou's departure and did not notice Yao Qianji's emotions at all.

Now that he thinks about it, after seeing Nangong Rou being taken away, Jiang Zhige was able to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but what about his master Yao Qianji?

Yao Qianji is also a human being. He can also be sad, and he has an even greater sense of self-blame that is difficult to get rid of than Jiang Zhige.

Since bringing the brother and sister into Tianyun Pavilion, Yao Qianji has treated them as his own children. For him, he not only failed to protect his apprentice.

But as an elder, he failed to protect the child he watched grow up.

How could Yao Qianji not be moved when he heard Nangong Rou's grief-stricken cry and saw Jiang Zhige's lonely back as he left? That feeling of helplessness and heartache tortured Yao Qianji for the whole night.

"Zhi Ge, I'm fine. Go back and recover."

Yao Qianji looked melancholy and stood up with difficulty, holding on to the stone table.

He walked into the house step by step. His figure, which seemed to be able to stand tall and upright in the past, now looked hunched and weak.

"Master."

Jiang Zhige was choking with sobs, with many words stuck in his throat. He wanted to say them but couldn't.

A Yuanhai Realm expert who could not even walk steadily now, he knew very well what this meant.

Three days later, the Pavilion Master personally informed the entire sect.

The leader of Zhaixing Peak and the second elder of Tianyun Pavilion, Yao Qianji, passed away in his mansion at the age of 415.

After this incident was reported, it quickly caused an uproar within the sect.

"Elder Yao was at the Yuanhai realm, and he still had at least several dozen years to live. How could he die so early?"

"Who knows? Elder Yao is already old, and maybe something went wrong with his cultivation method, which shortened his lifespan."

"From now on, Tianyun Pavilion has lost a respected elder."

Inside the house, Jiang Zhige knelt in front of Yao Qianji's body, holding a will and a storage ring in his hands.

The content of the will was very brief, and it read: "Zhi Ge, my belongings do not need to be handed over to the sect, they are yours."