Deng Rusong was dead.
You stood before Deng Rusong's bed in silence for a long time.
"At last, I don't have to wait anymore." Yan Zhixue's voice suddenly sounded.
You shuddered in alarm and turned to look at Yan Zhixue, who had appeared beside you at some unknown time.
"Sect Leader Yan, you..."
Yan Zhixue had a gentle bearing and an elegant smile. "Back then, he said that once he became sect leader, he would let me come find him. Now, he says to come find him after he dies. I was always waiting."
You pondered for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "Perhaps the Sect Leader simply didn't want Sect Leader Yan to see how miserable he was during his final two years."
"But in truth, I never waited." A hint of smug delight glimmered in Yan Zhixue's eyes. "Back then, I went to look at him from afar every day. During his final two years, I did not leave for a single day either."
Yan Zhixue wore a faint smile, without the slightest trace of sorrow. You could not fathom her feelings.
After speaking, Yan Zhixue turned to look at you. Her smile did not fade, yet an inexplicable pressure rose in your heart.
In the end, Yan Zhixue said nothing. With a soft laugh, she left directly, without the slightest attachment.
Once news of Deng Rusong's death was announced, the entire Danxia Sect was draped in white mourning cloth.
Quite a few disciples wept in genuine grief.
Ruan Bai, the next sect leader, cried the hardest.
Even when his master, You Yun, had died, Ruan Bai had not cried so sorrowfully.
Shen Dingyuan and Bi Wenyu cried as well, so hard that they nearly laughed aloud.
On the day of the funeral, Yan Zhixue came again.
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