The person who always dressed herself up beautifully was now leaning weakly against the chair, covered in sweat, with strands of hair sticking to her pale face, and bloodstains still untouched.
Paradoxically, even in her shattered state, the woman remained beautiful, though she appeared so frail that the passing cultivators all treaded carefully, lest they disturb her.
Aside from pity, most of the Wenjian Sect disciples who knew her cultivation level looked at her with a hint of respect.
Those who survived the attack of the Demon King during the Foundation Establishment stage were not only lucky and had many life-saving items, but their calm and composed attitude was something they could learn for a lifetime.
Some outer disciples proudly raised their heads. Yes, they outer disciples were just that powerful!
Song Tingwan didn't notice the reactions of the others. She only looked down at her younger sister, who was half-squatting in front of her, with gentle eyes and a lazy voice: "What's wrong? I'm fine."
Song Tingwan laboriously raised her hand, and Song Siyao's throat tightened slightly as he grasped her outstretched hand.
Cold and weak.
Looking at her, Song Siyao pursed her lips, her eyes slightly moist, and suddenly understood the word "concern" that others were talking about.
She silently took out a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Song Tingwan's lips.
Song Tingwan covered her mouth and coughed lightly, looking miserable, but her eyes were still gentle as she looked at her.
In the years before, Song Siyao had grown accustomed to living alone and never cared about anyone.
Last time, Song Tingwan was injured by the Heavenly Thunder Pressure because of her, and she already felt extremely guilty. She hadn't had a chance to make amends yet, and now it happened again, and she saw her vulnerable state with her own eyes once more.
Song Siyao couldn't quite describe her feelings, but her chest felt tight and suffocated. Seeing how hard she was to even smile, her eyes welled up with tears.
She had never felt this way before.
At this moment, I seem to have gained a new understanding of the word "family".
"...I will work hard to cultivate and never let you suffer such serious injuries again."
She half-squatted, looked up, and spoke each word with a tense expression, her face taut with utmost seriousness.
His focused eyes shone like stars.
It looks great.
Song Tingwan looked at her, blinked slowly twice, and her eyes stung with tears.
The frail woman leaned forward slightly and gently embraced her extremely dejected younger sister.
“I’m very happy, Si Yao.”
Hearing you say that, I was overjoyed, but I was also reluctant to see you grow up so fast.
Just like Si Yao's previous life, his path to promotion was so fast that it was a once-in-a-millennium event, but it was all achieved by braving mountains of knives and seas of fire.
Covered in wounds, he could lose his life at any moment.
"Let's take it slow."
"I deliberately injured myself today; I knew the elders would come."
The last sentence was whispered soothingly in Song Tingwan's ear.
Knowing that people were coming and going, she couldn't explain, so she could only try to comfort her sister quietly.
Before setting off, some disciples were specially sent back to the city. The unusual situation in the city seemed to have been anticipated by the elders and powerful figures.
Later, the demonic aura permeated the city to the point that even ordinary people could see it, so brightly visible that the big shots would naturally react.
The elders left behind in the city will notice her unusual behavior and rush over in an instant. She only needs to hold off the demon king for a short while.
Even knowing this, Song Tingwan would not easily gamble with her life.
Her earrings and necklace are defensive magical artifacts, the red rope binding her hair is a demon-binding rope, and the simple long hairpin that holds her black hair is a counterattack magical artifact.
If no one arrives in time, the magical artifact will automatically protect her according to her thoughts; this is a backup plan she has left behind.
Injury was inevitable.
Otherwise, if a Foundation Establishment cultivator were to emerge unscathed from a Mahayana cultivator, even if the Demon King's realm was unstable and she was covered in life-saving magical artifacts, it would still be an exaggerated incident that could easily cause a huge uproar in the cultivation world.
Her body is still weak, and she can only rely on various expensive magical artifacts for protection. She does not want to attract the attention of major powers.
Even when the Demon King came to her door, she refused.
It's so eye-catching.
Once the Demon King is brought under control, the first person the powerful figures in charge of this matter will likely look for is her.
.
Song Siyao frowned but did not change his expression as he listened to the soft voice in his ear.
"good."
It was because she wasn't strong enough that her sister resorted to self-harm to cover it up.
The swordsman clenched his fist silently, vowing to strive to become stronger.
Song Siyao quietly stayed by her side, serving her tea and water, and patiently listened to her story about how the demon king transformed into Zhuang Niang to deceive the children.
“Zhuang Niang and Brother Shen Tu are essentially the same in character. Once they know there is danger outside, they will help if they can. If they can't help or the danger is too great for them to assess, they will definitely come back and guard the door.”
This is to protect her and the little fish.
Instead of only having eyes for the child and immediately wanting to hug them as soon as they come home.
The couple were chivalrous, open-minded, and righteous people.
"The Demon King's acting skills are terrible."
After listening to her, Song Siyao silently summarized.
"..." Song Tingwan was speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but she couldn't say that what she said was wrong.
"But why did the Demon King target Xiaoyuer? Was it because he was possessed by resentment?"
Song Tingwan still expressed her doubts.
The demon king's body was thick with blood energy, and his resentment condensed into a blood-red color. Countless humans and demons had died at his hands.
But why didn't they go on a killing spree after entering the city? Instead, they came to snatch Little Fish first.
Song Siyao struggled to keep up with her train of thought, stared blankly for a long time, then shook his head to indicate that he couldn't figure it out either.
"Never mind, the elders will definitely tell us after they have investigated the matter thoroughly."
After a pause, as if suddenly remembering something, Song Tingwan turned to her younger sister: "Elder Queying and Immortal Lord Zewu just took Xiaoyuer away. Go and check on him, don't let them frighten the child."
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