"Boom—"
Thunder roared before their eyes, blasting away the corridor just two steps away from the two sisters.
The girl stepped forward, her wooden sword blocking her older sister's eyes as she meditated. She frowned, lifted her eyelids, and looked indifferently at the sky.
She didn't listen to what was said, but she wasn't stupid either.
The matter that her father and sister were about to discuss must be related to her.
Both of them were very somber. Aside from life and death, she didn't know what else could make two gentle and optimistic people react in this way.
Is she going to die?
But it doesn't seem to be like that.
Looking up at the sky, a barely suppressed, arrogant desire for conquest lurked in his eyes.
She had spent more than two years in the gentle environment of the Sword Inquiry Sect, but deep down, she still harbored a crazy fighting spirit.
Fight against man, fight against heaven.
What is there to fear?
Fearless.
A thunderclap shook the sky in broad daylight, and Song Siyao felt a mysterious pressure looming over her.
It exudes a majestic and ancient aura, a solemn air of vastness and grandeur.
I really want to fight the heavens.
The girl's eyes reddened with excitement, and her hand holding the wooden sword trembled, as if she were back in the deadly battles of the slave camp.
It's captivating.
"Girl, snap out of it!"
The old man in the dantian was startled and quickly brought the little girl, who was showing signs of demonic possession, back to her senses.
Under the reprimand, Song Siyao suddenly came to her senses.
"I…"
The old man patted his chest; he was terrified.
"Where did you get this obsession, you little girl? When did you get this obsession? You almost went bewitched just now."
Song Siyao turned around abruptly and saw her older sister standing safely behind her with her eyes closed, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"I don't know either."
Song Siyao frowned and replied in this way.
Fengye chuckled, "You don't know? I noticed something was wrong with you when your older sister couldn't speak just now."
"And your mysterious father, when he solemnly yet lightly tells you to go out and play, your heart is not at peace."
Song Siyao remained silent, simply standing quietly beside her sister and watching over her.
Liu Fengye was left talking to himself.
"Let me guess, you think that God has upset your older sister and father, so your arrogant mind has become obsessed with this."
Want to defy the heavens?
I can't say that.
Fengye crossed his legs and shook them.
Good girl, just as arrogant as he was when he was young.
Otherwise, how did he get that Heaven-Slaying Sword?
"Not bad, not bad. Keep working hard to improve your strength. I hope you can do what I couldn't do."
"But your thought became so deep that it became an obsession."
"There's no need for that, little girl. Listen to me, don't let this obsession get the better of you."
Otherwise, you're prone to developing inner demons.
Fengye stopped himself from saying the second half of his sentence, pondering it deeply.
How can we avoid the little girl and send a message to her older sister, asking her to persuade this stubborn mule?
Song Siyao stared blankly as she played with the sword in her hand.
My father said he did it yesterday after he had some free time.
However, the level of detail was such that perhaps it was unknown what she liked. Many patterns were engraved on the sword, and the sword was not a conventional shape, but rather a flowing, fiery sword shape.
Father must have been preparing for this for a long time.
Song Siyao felt a warmth in her heart.
But Song Tingwan, standing to the side, felt her heart shatter into dust in an instant.
In the brief moment before the talisman was about to dissipate, several images flooded into my mind.
There's A Yao, Baili Xijiang, Qin Xi, Wan Qiji, and Chen Zhuochuan.
There were also countless faces of the Cloud Hidden Clan and other living beings.
A demon city like purgatory.
The image was instantly cut off, but even the few scenes that remained were enough to break her heart.
When Song Tingwan opened her eyes, she fell unsteadily. Song Siyao was startled and quickly caught her.
"Sister!"
But Song Tingwan stared blankly at her, tears falling without warning.
Then, for the first time, I didn't have time to comfort my sister, and I dragged her out while she was still crying.
"What's wrong, sister—"
Song Siyao was confused and could only let her lead the way, ready to help her up at any moment if she noticed that she was not in a good condition.
The moment they stumbled into the garden, the three people sitting there waiting for them looked over in surprise.
"Oh, Wan'er, why did you come out so quickly?"
"Hehe, Master must be worried that we're getting impatient."
And there was Wan Qiji's relaxed, smiling gaze.
The woman stood there, stunned, her thin body trembling with grief, her fists clenched tightly.
It was on the verge of collapse.
Their smiling faces kept repeating before my eyes, contrasting with the desolate scene inside the dark, demonic city.
She was speechless, clutching her suffocating chest, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Anyone with eyes can see that something is wrong.
Wanqiji conjured a blade in his hand, and Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi immediately rose to their feet.
"What happened?"
"Who upset Wan'er! I'm going to beat them up!"
"Master, don't scare me!"
Concern grew louder as the voices drew nearer.
Song Tingwan's eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't see her sister's and friends' faces clearly.
Tears streamed down her face, her pale lips trembling as she murmured, "So this is the third life... How can I accept this..."
I want to cry my heart out, but the pain is so intense I can't breathe.
Under their gaze, the woman coughed up blood, collapsed, and fainted.
How could she accept this?
She couldn't accept the fact that everyone died.
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