With her senior brother so deeply affectionate and true, Fairy Xue's eyes had already grown a little misty. Aside from gratitude, there was only more gratitude.
Finding someone who truly loved her and cherished her was not easy.
"No matter how fine a family heirloom is, it is still a dead thing. How could it compare to you, junior sister?"
Scholar's voice entered her ears, filled with deep affection, yet plain and simple. He had never been good with words, but no sweet nothings, no matter how moving, could ever compare to true feeling.
"Senior brother..."
Fairy Xue did not say much, but that deeply affectionate gaze made Scholar flush with delight. After all the twists and turns he had gone through, his effort had finally not been in vain.
"Ahem..."
A dry cough entered their ears, and impatience appeared on the gray-robed cultivator's face.
Scholar's face reddened. He hurriedly lowered his head and softly chanted an incantation.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a ball of fierce light shot out. It circled his wrist once, and immediately, crimson blood flowed out. Yet it was wrapped in a layer of radiance and did not drip down, instead floating in midair.
Scholar's eyes were filled with solemnity. He stretched out his other hand and moved it through the air, using his finger as a brush. That blood followed his movements and transformed into several runes, spiritual light flickering as a rich stench of blood surged out.
"Go!"
Scholar pointed forward. Instantly, a wild wind rose. Those few runes flashed and sank into the restrictions on the surface of the Jade Box.
Rip...
It was as if something had been torn apart. Afterward, those blood-red runes peeled away from the surface of the Jade Box.
The lid had yet to open, but