The other person's voice was extremely calm, but he could hear a slight tremor in it.
Yun Qian hesitated for a moment before sending a telepathic message to his master, and then silently withdrew.
After a cup of tea, when Yun Qian came in again, he was followed by a woman who deliberately kept a low profile.
The elders ignored the younger generation's commotion and continued to carefully observe the little girl in the tower.
Only Baili Xijiang and Wanqiji's eyes lit up, and they tiptoed to the man's side.
"Master, why did you come in?"
"Miss Song, I'm sorry..."
As Song Tingwan watched the light screen approach, her eyes welled up with tears, which threatened to spill over.
His clasped hands clenched unconsciously, turning pale and bloodless.
She belatedly heard their voices. Song Tingwan sniffed awkwardly, wiped her eyes, and then smiled gently at them, "Thank you."
She tried her best to calm herself down, but the two men saw the tears welling up in her eyes; they had never seen Song Tingwan like this before.
They instinctively fell silent.
The two men stood on either side of her, quietly watching the light screen with her.
Song Tingwan's heart was clenched so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
All she could see was a figure dragging a trail of blood down the long, empty staircase.
The clothes were still the same black and red robe with colorful silk trim, completely intact, but dried dark red bloodstains and fresh bloodstains overlapped, flowing down the way the younger sister was kneeling.
He looked like a little bloody person.
The girl who was always aloof, spirited, and full of fighting spirit beside her was now supporting herself with her sword, her eyes lowered as if...
It was as if there was no life.
When breathing becomes rapid.
Double images flashed before my eyes: Ah Yao's mangled remains as she emerged from the underground prison atop Cloud Peak, and a fleeting glimpse of...
Covered in wounds, A Yao knelt alone on the ground, supporting herself with her sword, and wept bitterly.
“Ah Yao…”
The images of her three younger sisters crying over and over again flashed before her eyes, causing Song Tingwan to stagger back a few steps, her body swaying and her heart aching with pain.
Baili Xijiang supported his master and tried to comfort him with concern: "Master, don't worry. If she really reaches her physical limit, the tower's consciousness will throw my sister out. She will break through on the spot after she comes out, which is a good thing for her cultivation to improve."
His cautious voice pulled Song Tingwan out of the recurring image. Song Tingwan gripped her little apprentice's wrist, adjusted her expression, and gently pursed her lips at him.
Tell him not to worry.
"Hey, the little girl is reacting!" an elder exclaimed.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan looked at the light screen again.
The person who was powerless to resist the spiritual pressure suddenly raised their head, their eyes seemingly burning with fire.
Sister.
For my sister.
What is there to fear about this tower?
His fighting spirit surged wildly, and the overwhelming spiritual pressure around him surged once more. Song Siyao wiped the blood from his lips, a proud smile playing on his lips. His steps were heavy, yet he easily stepped onto a flight of stairs.
What my elder sister wants, how could a little spiritual pressure stop her?
Whatever my sister wants in this world, she will give her.
It's just bamboo.
It's coming right now.
The sword hummed and detached itself from its sheath, swirling in front of her.
The sword is ablaze, pointing forward.
He broke through her spiritual pressure and paved a path for her to ascend to heaven.
The sword intent was proud and unyielding.
With her ponytail tied high, the girl stood tall and walked with composure and determination, climbing straight to the top of the tower.
The girl turned around and stood proudly at the highest point.
Unrestrained and free-spirited, like a long sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.
She, Song Siyao, will stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world sooner or later.
Just so that her older sister could smile.
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