"All right. Though I might see you off for a thousand miles, in the end we must part. Yan'er, Ling'er, as long as you work hard, your master believes that one day, I will be able to reunite with you. So this is far enough. You should go back..."
"Master."
Before Lin Xuan had finished speaking, the two girls could hold back no longer. They both threw themselves at him, tears pouring like springs, weeping like pear blossoms in the rain, heartbroken to the extreme.
There was no need to mention Shangguan Yan for the moment; even that girl Shangguan Ling, whose character was usually incomparably strong, could not control the sorrow in her heart at this moment. People were not grass or wood—who could be without feeling? The two girls had lost their father when they were young, and Lin Xuan's love for them had made up for that missing family bond. In their hearts, Lin Xuan was both a strict teacher and a loving father. To put it bluntly, Lin Xuan's place in the two sisters' hearts was not even lower than their mother's.
Though cultivators had extremely long lifespans, once he left, who knew when they would be able to reunite? No matter what the two sisters' personalities were like, at this moment, all that remained was their reluctance to part with their master.
"All right, all right."
In truth, Lin Xuan was just as reluctant to leave. However, leaving the East Sea was inevitable. He reached out, pulled his two disciples into his arms, and gently patted their backs in comfort.
After holding them for a while, Lin Xuan let go and helped the two girls wipe away their tears. "All right, don't cry. Without Master in the future, you must take good care of yourselves.