After returning to Yinyue Tower, Zhaozhao looked aggrieved and didn't say another word to Lan Sheng.
Lan Sheng wanted to coax him, but was immediately called away by Ji Bai.
When he had time, Zhao Zhao no longer needed his coaxing.
In the evening, when Lan Sheng dragged himself back to his room, Zhao Zhao was curled up in the quilt, with a cute little bump forming on the bed.
Lan Sheng quietly lifted the quilt and was suddenly thrown into the arms of Zhao Zhao in cub form.
"Lan Sheng, I miss you~"
For some reason, Lan Sheng's eyes felt inexplicably warm. "I miss you, too."
Thinking about tomorrow's itinerary, he said, "Tomorrow Jibai and I will lead the disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Realm to Chigu. Zhaozhao, are you going?"
Logically speaking, the sword spirit and the sword cannot be separated from Lan Sheng under such circumstances, so it is only natural for Zhao Zhao to follow him to Chigu.
But Lan Sheng still asked about his wishes. After all, his sword spirit was so playful, and the two years in Chigu would be boring all day long.
Zhao Zhao had figured it out and shook his head decisively, "I'm not going."
Hearing this, Lan Sheng's eyes became even hotter.
"Ikegaya is boring. I don't want to go."
The world of immortal cultivation still doesn't know the exact time when the natural disaster will come, and Zhao Zhao is also affected by the laws of the world and cannot tell anyone about this.
Although he can't say it, he can do it.
So Zhao Zhao just wanted to make secret preparations during these two years, but if he went to Chigu, he would not be as free to move.
Lan Sheng couldn't understand why the sword spirit, who used to stick to him, didn't go with him this time. Thinking that he wouldn't see it again for two years, Lan Sheng was very sad.
"Zhao Zhao."
"Um."
"In two years, when my injuries have healed and my cultivation has recovered, I will definitely be able to pick up the Sword of Snowfall again."
The Zhaoxue Sword is a very powerful spiritual sword, and the sword spirit Zhaozhao that it gives birth to is even more powerful.
Unfortunately, the sword spirit appeared when he was seriously injured, and his name was cleared of all charges.
Zhao Zhao looked at him intently, as if wanting to remember him firmly in her heart. "I believe you."
Two years later, after recovering from his serious injury, he will become stronger and pick up the powerful Zhaoxue Sword to fight against the Tiantun Beast. Zhao Zhao can already foresee the outcome.
He will once again become a hero protecting the world, but this time Zhao Zhao will not let him get hurt so badly.
Then Lan Sheng muttered a lot, and then he talked about the seal on his body that was released for no reason.
He looked at Zhao Zhao and said jokingly, "Although there is no evidence, I have a feeling that you did it."
"Zhao Zhao, did you untie it for me?"
Zhao Zhao calmly shook his head, pretending to be confused, "What seal? I haven't even heard of it."
"But I always feel it's you." Lan Sheng said in a lonely tone.
"Lan Sheng, you must be confused."
Zhao Zhao broke free from his embrace and shrank back into the quilt.
Lan Sheng couldn't sleep at all. He was thinking about this and that. He was worried that Zhao Zhao's color vision had not recovered, that he would be injured again in a place where he couldn't see, and that Zhao Zhao would be unfamiliar with him when he came back in two years.
Raising her hand, she poked his little shoulder, "Zhao Zhao, are you really not going to Chigu with me?"
Zhao Zhao pretended to be sleepy, turned around and moved closer to him, whispering, "It's not fun there, I really don't want to go."
"Okay." Lan Sheng was helpless. After all, he was still a playful little sword spirit.
It’s just a pity that after the sword spirit was born, they were always separated, and he, the incompetent master, never accompanied him well.
…
On the second day, Lan Sheng and Ji Bai led their disciples from Danzhou to Chigu.
Lan Sheng handed the Zhaoxue Sword to Pei Ze and asked Pei Ze to take good care of Zhaozhao.
Pei Ze held the Zhaoxue Sword with a puzzled look on his face. "You don't have a sword?"
Lan Sheng shook his head.
Pei Ze sneered, "I've never seen a cultivator go out without a sword. You're simply ridiculous."
Lan Sheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, "Now you see it."
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