As Song Siyao helped Song Tingwan out of the city lord's mansion, they saw Shen Zhuochuan standing to the side.
He slightly lowered his gaze and approached her at a leisurely pace.
"Are you alright?"
In less than ten days, Song Tingwan was injured three times in front of him.
Shen Zhuochuan didn't know if he was her nemesis.
"It's alright now," Song Tingwan said with a gentle smile.
But he was clearly exhausted.
He looked down at her, meeting her still bright and clear eyes, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
How could nothing be wrong?
It seems he'll have to spend more time at the trading post at the top of the Cloud Palace.
Take pictures of everything that can save her life and nourish her body.
"The matter is over. I heard from the elders that we'll be setting off back to the sect in two days. When are you leaving?"
Shen Zhuochuan smiled his usual gentle smile and looked down at her: "Later."
So fast.
The thought came to Song Tingwan's mind subconsciously, and she was slightly taken aback.
Then he met her intense gaze.
He spoke without saying a word, yet spoke much.
Song Siyao sensed the strange atmosphere between the two, and for some reason, her gaze toward Shen Zhuochuan held a hint of impatience that she herself was unaware of.
A subtle silence followed for a while.
"...Then I wish you a safe journey."
The woman smiled, her face slightly pale but full of joy.
Shen Zhuochuan shook his head and smiled, then sighed helplessly and said okay.
Song Tingwan smiled and looked at him, bidding him a silent farewell.
He nodded and smiled, watching the two sisters leave from where he stood.
Her graceful figure walked slowly, slender and frail.
Yet she pushed him away so gently.
The little girl beside the woman was much taller and less thin than when she last met her at the Sword Inquiry Sect, and she was also much more affectionate towards her.
She raised her younger sister very well.
My eyes can't hold him for now.
Shen Zhuochuan turned and walked back, his brows slightly relaxed.
Then we can only look forward to seeing you next time.
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Most people are busy cleaning up the mess in Beihe.
Song Tingwan asked Song Siyao to accompany her for a walk outside the city.
Her reputation has grown increasingly prominent in the last two days.
Some say she's at the Foundation Establishment stage yet can refine pills with effects surpassing even the highest-grade pills; others say she's covered in magical artifacts and treasures, capable of withstanding attacks from cultivators at the Mahayana stage.
People gossiped about her appearance and her frail health... Anyway, nowadays Song Siyao always follows Song Tingwan when she goes out, just in case some ill-intentioned people want to harm her.
They walked from the center of Beihe to the desolate mountains on the outskirts of the city. In the two hours that followed, Song Siyao had already dealt with many people who were trying to take advantage of the situation.
Song Siyao helped her slowly climb the mountain.
Song Tingwan was still weak, so Song Siyao let her walk for a while before taking her on his sword and flying to the rugged mountaintop.
The mountaintop is now only a narrow rock wide enough for two people to pass through. From there, one can see all the other mountains below, with nowhere else to hide.
Song Tingwan stood there, looking up at the distant horizon.
The wind on the mountaintop made her clothes flutter.
The sunlight was so bright that I squinted.
The mountains are green and the wind is strong.
It calms the mind.
Song Siyao suddenly realized that this was a good place to talk.
She glanced sideways at Song Tingwan, who was standing beside her with a cold expression, seemingly lost in thought.
The sunlight was dazzling, yet it made her appear as beautiful as a fairy or a goddess.
She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Sister."
Song Tingwan, who was pondering to herself, turned her head at the sound, and smiled in surprise: "Say it again?"
He was looking serious just a moment ago.
Song Siyao subtly curled her lips, appearing exceptionally obedient: "Sister."
"Oh, my dear Yao."
She reached out and ruffled her sister's hair, then looked at her tenderly, pulling herself out of her reverie.
We await her next move.
Song Siyao gripped his sword tightly and said in a muffled voice, "Can you tell me the formula for the Heavenly Pivot Soul-Building Pill that we talked about last time?"
Although they are all things that have disappeared.
But what if we actually meet one day?
Just like the Bodhi root used to prop up the table legs at Shentu Changqing's house.
Song Tingwan glanced sideways, showing no hesitation as Song Siyao had imagined, and readily agreed.
"I won't mention what I already have, but I also have Bone-Growing Flowers, Vitality Fruits, and Spirit-Gathering Grasses. If you want to know what these things look like, I'll compile the information for these three from the 'Complete Encyclopedia of Spiritual Plants' for you tomorrow."
As Song Tingwan answered, the old man with the jade pendant in Song Siyao's mind was deeply moved.
“Little girl, you don’t need to be like this. That Vitality Fruit was something that was fought over back in our time. I remember that back then, the demon race bought ten cities for just one Vitality Fruit at the auction house. You…”
If Heaven's way is bad, that's Heaven's problem; what does it have to do with a little girl like her?
The old man knew that although this girl appeared unruly and would tear people apart at the slightest disagreement when they were in the slave camp, she was actually very soft-hearted.
She must have felt that he, the old man, was being wronged.
Despite the constant murmur of emotion echoing in her mind, Song Siyao hesitated for a moment before suddenly remembering that her father was calling Song Tingwan "Awan".
She hesitated for a long time before speaking:
"...Thank you, sister."
"Ah-jie" seems more intimate than "jie" (elder sister), but unlike the reduplicated word "jie-jie" (older sister), it doesn't make her feel uncomfortable speaking.
Song Tingwan suppressed a laugh and covered her lips, then couldn't help but tap her nose. Looking up, she was suddenly surprised to find that her younger sister had grown much taller.
“Our Ayao has not only surpassed your sister in cultivation, but she has also grown much taller. Now she has to look up at you.”
The man, whose brows exuded a heroic air, paused, then suddenly lowered his head, allowing Song Tingwan's hand, which was gesturing about his height, to land on his head.
Like a little wolf cub, it tilted its head calmly, looking up at her.
It's as if to say, "Isn't this enough?"
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