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Her gaze narrowed slightly, and her jade-like fingers abruptly tightened. "Has our Chen family prepared a foolproof plan for this catastrophe?"
Amid the curling sandalwood smoke, Chen Zixiu's hand, which was turning an emerald thumb ring, paused. "I was just about to tell you the second matter."
When he lifted his eyes, a light gleamed in his black pupils. "Xueying will soon attempt to break through to the Titled realm."
"Erying?" Lu Xueqi's always cool voice suddenly rose, and the hanging beads on her white jade hairpin trembled sharply.
She shot to her feet, her moon-white skirt sweeping scattered flecks of light across the floor.
Her knuckles unconsciously rubbed the twining dark patterns on her cuff, and she seemed to see her younger sister as a little child, clutching the hem of her clothes and calling her "Older Sister."
The two sisters were seven years apart. She was 121 this year, Lu Xueying was 114, and, well, Zhang Xiaofan was 119.
Memories were like bronze bells under the eaves stirred by the night wind. Back when their mother had died young, she had wrapped the sobbing Xueying in a brocade quilt, the jasmine fragrance in her hair soaking into her younger sister's dreams.
An eldest sister was like a mother, and Lu Xueying had been raised by her. By the cold pool, Lu Xueying always loved clutching her sleeve and asking her to teach sword formulas.
Later, when the Nine Heavens Sect suffered a sudden disaster, she had no choice but to stir up a storm of blood in the Soul Master World in order to protect her Dao companion, Zhang Xiaofan.
On the night before she left, Xueying shed her usual sweet naïveté. Lu Xueying stroked the blood marks on her palm and said, "Someone