They were both somewhat surprised.
Song Tingwan could even sense that a small wisp of life had been injected into the old patriarch.
Only the Heavenly Dao possesses such power.
Infused with vitality, one could feel the condensed spiritual energy surging in.
Suddenly, Song Tingwan had a flash of inspiration.
"Ayao, I'm going to refine pills."
"Little Black, let's go into seclusion."
Song Siyao looked up in confusion as her older sister hurriedly pulled the bewildered Baili Xijiang away.
It seems that everyone's epiphany is the same.
Shen Zhuochuan was like that, and so was his elder sister.
In this way, only she was left.
After Song Tingwan left in a hurry, she suddenly remembered something.
With a thought, a dense rain of eighth-grade pills fell.
The senior figures all felt a sense of relief.
Someone laughed loudly and proclaimed, "Thank you, Heaven, and thank you, Goddess of Sleep."
The half-drunk crowd joined in loudly.
Song Siyao curled her lips, raised her glass, and chuckled softly, "Thank you, Heaven, thank you, elder sister."
After laughing, the curve of her lips remained unchanged. She drank alone to the side, quietly waiting for her father to finish so they could go home together.
There were always many people around her father, but she was all alone.
The young swordsman sat alone, drinking wine with his eyes downcast. His ever-present sword, the Li Guang Sword, lay across his lap, its ornate tassel swaying gently.
Someone seemed to be tentatively approaching, but was met with a cold gaze within three steps.
Her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, dazzling yet seemingly capable of burning people, making them afraid to get any closer.
The man turned around. Just now, when the goddess of the pillow was there, the sword saint had treated everyone with gentleness.
No wonder it's rumored that the Sleeping Goddess is the scabbard of this young sword saint.
It is something that can make even the finest sword conceal its sharpness.
The next day.
Song Chaoxuan had breakfast with his youngest daughter.
Both of them felt that something was missing.
Song Chaoxuan took a sip of porridge and put down his spoon. "Last night, while I was drunk, I did some calculations. Your elder sister's seclusion this time will not be short. What are Ayao's plans? Will she stay in Yunyin forever?"
He seemed concerned.
I know my youngest daughter can't stay still.
It's impossible to stay in one place doing nothing for two months.
Yun Yin had some impressive skills in other areas, but he lacked swordsmanship, and even fewer swordsmen who could spar with him, A Yao.
Especially children like Wanqiji, there were none.
"...Do you need me to stay and keep you company?"
Song Siyao calmly raised his eyes and asked a question that left his father speechless.
“…”
“Your dad isn’t a three-year-old child who needs you to stay with him.”
Song Chaoxuan suppressed a laugh, but had no choice but to speak out.
Song Siyao's lips curled up slightly. "Then I'll go back to the Sword Inquiry Sect. Will you wait for me and my sister at home?"
"Your old father may not be good at much else, but he's best at waiting. Go and do what you need to do. Saving the world is not easy, and you can't succeed at this moment."
Song Siyao pondered, "I will return to the Sword Inquiry Sect to spar with my master and the Supreme Elder and other sword cultivators before heading out to challenge the world's top masters."
She still firmly believes that only through competition can she improve.
But this time, Song Chaoxuan shook his head with a smile, "No, you should think clearly about why you are saving the world."
How can you succeed if your goals are vague?
"You should go and see the beauty of this world, see the people you cherish, see all living beings, and see the love in this world."
Song Siyao was puzzled. "But I have traveled for a hundred years and have seen all kinds of things in this world."
"But at that time, you only longed for one person to appear."
Song Chaoxuan looked at his youngest daughter with gentle patience, his kind eyes seemingly capable of encompassing everything.
"Go and take another look; perhaps your mindset will change."
Song Siyao was puzzled, but she never questioned her older sister's and father's words.
"good."
She agreed.
They stayed for another two days, and Song Chaoxuan jokingly asked if they were staying to keep their elderly father company.
The day after he said those words, Song Siyao left with his sword in hand.
Song Chaoxuan, who came to see her off, kept laughing, while Song Siyao, who had walked away, couldn't help but turn back and frown.
The old father's laughter finally subsided.
He waved his hand, "Go, Ayao."
The swordsman, his back as straight as a pine tree, once again embarked on his journey of departure.
Yunyin calmed down again.
But that's just on the surface.
The power shifts in the six realms have caused widespread anxiety among the masses who are unaware of what has happened.
Unrest has begun to occur in some places.
There are also many who use this as an excuse to cause trouble.
But every time a trend emerged, it was suppressed by forces stationed in various places.
We must not cause any unrest; if our minds are in turmoil, things are likely to go wrong.
A month later, apart from the leaders and the patriarchs and elders of each family, everything else in the six realms remained the same.
People's hearts settled down again. Five years had passed, and the crisis of world destruction only occasionally passed by, no longer causing the same fear as before.
This time, some people also thought of the words that threatened to destroy the world, but for ordinary people, even if the world were to be destroyed, what help would that be?
Even pessimistic people will continue to live their lives in the same way.
Song Siyao returned to the Sword Inquiry Sect and stayed there for a short time before starting his travels as his father had instructed.
This time I was much more relaxed, as I was traveling alone.
A kind of loneliness that I'm not used to.
But just as my father said, it was a new feeling.
Where the sword tip points, where the wind stops, the world is unrestrained, yet there are those who laugh and curse, and those who die and scatter their souls in unnoticed corners.
No two aspects of life are alike.
No two lives are the same; everyone has their own way of living.
The succession ceremony of the Heavenly Mystery Sect was approaching, so Song Siyao didn't linger for long and even felt a little regretful when he returned.
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