Song Tingwan's hand froze. Looking at her younger sister, who was bent over with her head resting on her hand, she chuckled.
“Our Ayao is clearly the softest-hearted and most considerate child.”
What kind of killing god?
It must have been all caused by bad people.
Song Siyao's ears turned slightly red, and she straightened up and tilted her head.
What child? She's not a child.
The cool swordsman thought to himself.
After playing with people for a while and listening to "Sister" many times with satisfaction, Song Tingwan suddenly noticed several bright flowers blooming on the opposite mountaintop.
She pointed at the flowers and asked her younger sister for them in a soft, assertive voice.
Song Siyao turned his head to look at her, and, still worried, cast a defensive barrier around her before flying off on his sword towards the opposite mountain.
"Remember to pick them carefully, dig them out slowly."
Song Tingwan added with a light laugh.
The person flew away from the mountaintop.
The mountaintop fell silent, with only the sound of the wind remaining.
The wind grew stronger.
The wind made her frail body sway precariously.
The woman silently looked up, gazing straight up at the sky under the blinding sunlight.
"You're watching, aren't you?"
Her usually gentle voice was cold and resolute, as if she were talking to someone.
No one responded, but the wind whipped up sand and gravel, engulfing her like a tornado.
Song Tingwan tugged at her lips and glanced up indifferently.
"You did that on purpose the other day."
He deliberately concealed the future, telling her about it through the eyes of the immortal from Penglai.
The crisis is still ongoing, and Heaven wants to protect this world, but some inexplicable force keeps interfering.
Now that she has changed her original trajectory, she thought the hidden dangers were gone, but in the mirror of reincarnation that day, the blurred words combined still looked as tragic as ever.
Just like now, she wanted to keep a low profile, but she has attracted attention time and time again.
Her health problems were not yet resolved, and she relied on external medicine to stay alive, but danger was about to strike.
It was as if some force was pushing her out to her death.
Ah Yao, who used her death to hurt her.
"Protect my sister, we're in the same boat. You'd better give me some protection against bad luck, and..."
"The heirloom jade on A Yao's body."
"Give me an explanation: why did such a brilliant genius never teach my sister any way to save her life?"
The questioning voices dissipated with the wind.
A muffled clap of thunder suddenly echoed in the sky.
The majesty of Heaven cannot be challenged by anyone.
Frustrated, I stirred up some lightning, but there was no sign of it striking.
It even avoided her location, gathering thunderclouds only in the direction of the city lord's mansion in the far distance.
They feared that this would once again push her before powerful figures from all sides.
The wind was even more biting.
Song Tingwan remained unmoved.
The fierce wind and sand left fine bloodstains on her fair face.
——Not my intention.
The sand and stones pieced together a line of words in front of me.
He was angry at her boldness, yet she was also the special hope he had chosen.
Song Tingwan could feel the immense pressure and suppressed anger contained in the wind.
She wiped the sticky blood from her face expressionlessly and curled her lips into a smile: "Only if A Yao successfully ascends can this world be preserved."
The sandstorms continue unabated.
It seems she guessed right.
The woman stood on the mountaintop, raised her eyebrows and smiled at the sky, "If that's the case, let's make a deal."
"I'm working so hard to save the world, you have to give me a special favor."
"Let that senior, the one who passed down the jade, teach Ayao."
The wind and clouds surged, the tornado suddenly tightened, the woman's tied-up black hair was blown into disarray, and her eyes were almost blurred by the sand and dust.
The oppressive force of Heaven suddenly pressed down on the North River.
Powerful figures and experts flew into the air, cautiously trying to find out where the heavens had been enraged.
The tornado before Song Tingwan stretched from the sky to the earth, but apart from her, none of the powerful figures in the Northern River region could be seen.
The Heavenly Dao carved out a space here, and the merciless voice she had heard once fell into her mind.
—The Secret Realm of Danzu.
That was a back door opened for her.
Song Tingwan's smile remained unchanged. "Since you opened one for me, you can't be biased. It wouldn't be unreasonable to open one for Ayao as well."
This time, there was a long, long silence, and even the Heavenly Dao did not speak again.
He cannot ignore the rules.
Especially the rules related to the Chosen One.
The subtle pressure intensified, but it did not harm her body.
Song Tingwan continued to negotiate: "If this won't work and that won't work, then let him teach me one or two moves, okay?"
Bargaining is like the way of heaven that can easily defy the rules.
The wind on the mountain peak gradually subsided, and the sand and stones returned to their original place.
A gentle breeze caressed the woman's face, and the wounds slowly healed.
Song Siyao was still squatting on the opposite mountain with his back to her, focused on picking flowers for her.
It was as if everything was calm and nothing had happened.
The faint thunderclouds dissipated, leaving the cultivators, who were more attuned to the heavens, deeply puzzled. Unable to discern the will of heaven, they could only return with regret.
With her long eyelashes drooping slightly, the woman touched her undamaged face, which was smooth and delicate, as if the sticky bloodstains from before were just a dream.
A smile played on her lips, and it deepened as she looked at her sister's figure in the distance.
Ah Yao should be happy now.
She couldn't refine the Heavenly Pivot Soul-Building Pill in a short time, but at least it would prevent that senior from feeling so frustrated.
As for herself.
This also confirms our previous assumptions.
Her goal was the same as Heaven's will: to save her own life and protect her Ah Yao.
If things really develop as depicted in the Mirror of Reincarnation, perhaps it was because of her death that her sister went mad and massacred the entire city.
However, she has not made any enemies. At most, she can only count Ze Wu and the evil forces chasing after the legendary jade.
What other fate awaits her that will lead to her death?
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