“Shizun, are you listening?”
A male voice brought back Jian Xiuyun’s wandering soul.
“Ah, yes, I was.” Jian Xiuyun hurriedly replied.
Lin Liaoting obviously didn’t believe him, but he didn’t say anything and continued, “I have sent someone back to deliver the letter this time when we passed by my house. When we arrive in Jiangbei, someone will come to pick us up.”
“Alright.” Although he was deliberately pretending, his tone was still perfunctory.
“Shizun.” Lin Liaoting’s voice contained some dissatisfaction.
Jian Xiuyun was also aware that he was not in the right state, so he smiled apologetically at him and said, “You can make the arrangements. I don’t feel very well, so I will go back first.”
After saying that, he stood up and left Wu Yu Hall.
Seeing Jian Xiuyun’s back disappearing from the door, Lin Liaoting let go of the breath he was holding. His shoulders slumped slightly, and he said with a helpless voice, “Shijie, Shizun, is he still thinking about…Shidi?”
Song Qingru glanced at him, “You are suddenly so affectionate now.”
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Lin Liaoting’s face, but he still stiffened his neck and explained, “I’m not young and frivolous anymore. What’s more, although I couldn’t stand him, I never thought of letting him….die.”
That last word seemed to weigh a ton, and Lin Liaoting paused for a long time before uttering it.
Song Qingru also felt uncomfortable at this point of conversation, and replied, “Yeah, who would have thought.”
The two were silent for a while, and the air was filled with an unpleasant feeling.
In the end, it was Song Qingru who broke the silence, “It’s getting late. You have to leave tomorrow. Rest well tonight.”
“Yes, I understand. I’ll come back and bring you some specialties.”
Hearing this, Song Qingru smiled and scolded, “You are going down the mountain to complete a mission, not to have fun.”
“I understand, don’t worry, Shijie.” Lin Liaoting said, and then walked out.
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The Void Mirror suddenly shattered.
At the last moment, only Zhu Mingche was sent out, covered in blood.
The rest of the people all died in the mirror. This was a result that no one had expected.
The other seven sects soon fell into chaos.
The leader and the disciple appointed suddenly died, and other people fought overtly and covertly for the position of sect leader, ceasing peace inside and outside the sect.
Due to this drawn-out and chaotic internal strife, the forces of all parties continued to disintegrate.
Who would have thought that a competition could lead to such a huge change.
Jian Xiuyun slowly lifted his eyelids, and his gaze fell on the furnace cauldron not far away, feeling a little lost.
“Five years.” It seemed like it was just an unconscious murmur.
Five years had passed since the incident.
That Immortal Sword Conference changed the pattern of the cultivation world, and was also the last Immortal Sword Conference in the cultivation world.
Since then, it had never been performed again, and would never be performed in the future.
He should be the luckiest. Their leader did not attend, only an elder and an inconspicuous disciple attended.
But for some reason, Jian Xiuyun couldn’t be happy.
Although he saw the Void Mirror shattering in front of him, Kan Wenxiao stayed inside the mirror.
There was always one thought in his mind: Kan Wenxiao was the male protagonist and would not die.
As the chosen one, there was always a way to survive.
But he didn’t expect that he would have to wait for five years.
There was no news from Kan Wenxiao at all, as if he really did die in the mirror.
The little bit of determination that he held onto was like a bubble under the sun, bursting at the lightest poke.
It stood to reason that he should be happy. Kan Wenxiao tortured him so miserably in his previous life. He died early in this life, and Jian Xiuyun would certainly not be faced with that ending again.
But no matter how brightly he smiled, he still felt somewhat bitter in his heart.
It should have been even.
He was not good to Kan Wenxiao in his previous life, and thus had a tragic ending.
In this life, he felt he was rather good to Kan Wenxiao, and the grudge between them should be settled.
He didn’t expect that Kan Wenxiao would be so cruel, giving him a chance to live and making him feel guilty.
Jian Xiuyun raised his hand and stretched it out in front of him.
White, cold, and slender knuckles, devoid of any warmth.
He covered his chest with his hands, and after a while, a faint trace of warmth could be detected from him.
He originally thought that he was cold-hearted and selfish, but later discovered that his heart also had warmth.
Although the temperature was faint, it could still be transmitted through his clothes.
Because of this warmth, he felt sorry for Kan Wenxiao.
This apology could not be repaid. As time went by, it accumulated more and more, as if someone had carved it into his heart with a knife, serving as a reminder all the time and rendering him unable to forget it.
Jian Xiuyun smiled bitterly. Someone like him was actually a villain.
He obviously still had a trace of conscience.
Evil people should have no traces of conscience.
There were too many memories flooding him, which made him tired, so he decided to go down the mountain with Lin Liaoting.
Lin Liaoting was already twenty-one years old. According to the regulations of Xuyu Peak, a disciple could take over a task by twenty years of age.
The tasks they took on were generally not too difficult.
This was not to embarrass them, but to just exercise their abilities.
Of course, on the other hand, they could also help the sect earn some money and make a name for themselves.
Generally speaking, masters didn’t need to accompany their disciples.
But Jian Xiuyun also wanted to go out to relax recently, so he proposed he’d join Lin Liaoting.
Lin Liaoting naturally would not refuse, and agreed immediately.
Because this meeting passed through Jiangbei, letters were sent for several days, asking the Lin family to prepare this and that. Those who didn’t know any better thought that the emperor was coming in person.
Jian Xiuyun tried to stop him several times, but he didn’t listen, so Jian Xiuyun dropped the matter in the end.
The sky outside gradually darkened.
It was getting late, so Jian Xiuyun sat up, planning to rest.
The candle next to the window suddenly shook, as if a figure flashed past.
Jian Xiuyun hurriedly opened the door, only to see the moon rising in the sky, the trees casting shadows, and a peaceful quiet blanketing the area. No one was around.
Kan Wenxiao, come back quickly!
Thank you for the update.
Tnx for the update 🌸
So now you finally miss your disciple!
Thank you for the update!
ahhh this novel is getting me hooked…. i cant wait for the next chapters…
Wenxiao… wuwuuw, come back home!
Your shizun somehow has the heart to miss you!
Oh no, I didn’t look at the og chapter amount and thought this was a short story 😦😦😦😦😦😦
Anyways, tysm for all the hard work damn ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️