The blood-red scene in the Mirror of Reincarnation seemed to be telling her that it was her sister's doing.
But Song Tingwan didn't believe it. It wasn't surprising that her sister would be angry, but with her Dao heart, how could she massacre a city?
She remembered the first destruction of the world, and in the Mirror of Reincarnation, she was pushed to death a second time by an unpredictable fate. This was the third time the cycle had begun.
Song Tingwan frowned as she looked at the vast green mountains.
The melancholy in my heart was greatly dispelled by the vibrant greenery.
"So what?"
She suddenly burst into a brilliant smile, her eyes sparkling like a galaxy, the gentle breeze caressing her hair, dazzling even Song Siyao who had come to pick flowers.
The enemy is in the future.
If she hesitates and acts rashly simply because she senses danger, she might as well just jump off the mountain and end her own life.
Who can predict the future?
Heaven has opened many doors for them, so they should seize the opportunity and defy fate.
Song Tingwan waved to her younger sister, who was arriving on a flying sword, and smiled gently.
It's time to cultivate our own power.
"What do you need these flowers for?"
Song Siyao calmly handed over the flowers in her hand. Song Tingwan winked at her and smiled with her eyes curved: "Make some honey flower drinks. Female cultivators in the Six Realms all love them."
The Yueji Pavilion that she handed over to someone else to manage should also be stocked with new products.
Over the course of two years, no one knows how many spirit stones she earned.
Hmm, we could open some branch shops. After returning to the sect, we can ask Shentu Changqing if he's willing to do things for her.
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Song Siyao didn't quite understand why that sweet thing was so appealing.
But seeing her older sister smiling, she didn't say anything to disturb her enjoyment.
"Ahhh, what's going on, little girl!"
Suddenly, the old man's loud voice echoed in his mind again, and Song Siyao subconsciously frowned and asked.
"What's wrong."
Her thoughts and Song Tingwan's voice rang out together.
Song Tingwan held the bouquet of beautiful flowers in her hands and leaned closer to smooth out her sister's furrowed brows.
A sweet fragrance wafted over, but Song Siyao frowned in confusion.
"Did you change the incense?"
In the past, whenever we held hands or hugged intimately, I could smell her delicate and alluring fragrance.
It smells wonderful. After smelling it a few times, her tired altar after sword practice feels much better.
Song Siyao suddenly realized that after being in Beihe for so long, her scent seemed to have changed to what it was now.
It's still the understated kind, but it no longer has that refreshing and comfortable feeling.
Song Tingwan gave her a reproachful look, "You only just realized? How is it? Does it smell good or not?"
As she spoke, the woman raised her chin, revealing a section of her fair neck.
Song Siyao was too embarrassed to deliberately smell it anymore. She only felt that her older sister looked exceptionally beautiful, her ear tips slightly red, and she was not used to such sisterly intimacy.
"It smells good," she replied haphazardly.
She teased him until his ears turned red, and he hurriedly avoided her gaze.
Song Tingwan covered her mouth with the flowers in her hand and chuckled, "If our Ayao were a man, he would be very popular with the Hehuan Sect."
Song Siyao glared at her slightly, "Didn't you say before that only body cultivators like Wan Qiji were popular with them?"
Cough cough.
Song Tingwan turned around, holding the flowers, her hem swaying over her sister's shoulder, and smiled as she looked back: "I didn't say that, Ayao is slandering me."
Song Siyao followed after her in confusion, remembering that she had mentioned it when she teased Wan Qiji before.
"I'm not talking nonsense."
They're really easy to tease.
Song Tingwan walked ahead happily, with her honest and simple-minded younger sister following closely behind.
But hasn't the senior in that legendary jade reacted yet?
Did Heaven ultimately tacitly agree?
A thunderbolt struck from the sky, knocking down the tallest building in the entire Beihe River within the City Lord's Mansion.
Song Tingwan glanced sideways at the distance, then raised her hand to cover her surprised lips.
Fine, but you can't even mention it?
At the same time, Song Siyao suddenly stopped.
The old man had just shouted something for no apparent reason, and then closed his eyes and sat down to meditate quietly.
She thought it was nothing and didn't pay any more attention.
But at this moment.
The old man suddenly awoke from his meditation, laughed loudly, and flipped his palm, sending a golden light into her mind.
Song Siyao covered her head and silently endured the pain, as if a book had appeared in her mind.
At the same time, the old man who spent his days lounging in a rocking chair transformed his spiritual energy into a sword in his dantian, and danced with the little figure in the book.
Every move and stance.
The sword tip, guided by a stream of light, unleashed a torrent of killing intent alongside the old man's exceptionally hearty laughter, a display of unrestrained, elegant, and exhilarating freedom.
My heart seemed to be filled with the old man's emotions, as if I were drinking and laughing wildly with him, letting life take its course, and a sword aura cutting through the autumn sky.
Only now did Song Siyao realize how spirited the old man trapped in the jade pendant for thousands of years had once been.
"Little girl, you only have one chance, so remember that."
"This move is called 'Floating Life,' where one wields a sword amidst the clouds, traversing the fleeting life!"
"Haha, that was great! It's a pity my old buddy, the Heaven-Slaying Sword, is not here. What a pity."
Even though there was no wine, the old man's spirit transformed into a wine pot. He wielded a sword with one hand, tilted his head back, and drank the wine. Tears welled up in his eyes, as if he had returned to his youthful arrogance.
"Little girl, my name is Fengye."
"Please thank your elder sister for me."
The sword breaks as the person dies, but the ultimate skill is passed down.
A grand dream spanning millions of years.
It's not a loss, it's not a loss.
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