Helping

"Then, Shiniang, have you let it go?" Lu Xiucai's words made Bai Lingmiao's heart tremble as memories she had buried surged to the surface.

She desperately wanted to say she had, but no matter what, she could not open her mouth.

Seeing Bai Lingmiao standing there without answering, Lu Xiucai saluted her, turned, and walked out of the White Lotus Sect hall.

"Shiniang! You don't need to persuade me. I, Lu Xiucai, truly may not be of much use, but if I kill even one more Fa Sect Believer, then I'll be useful!"

When drums began booming from the distant Military Camp, signaling that the troops were gathering to march out, Lu Xiucai excitedly tugged at the Coin Sword on his back and ran toward it while singing an opera verse.

"Should I succeed, my body returns to native soil; should I fail, my life is lost in foreign lands! Avenging my kin is only right! With steadfast loyalty, I go alone! My blood boils, my chest burns hot!!"

As Lu Xiucai's singing gradually faded into the distance, Bai Lingmiao, whose heart had begun to churn, silently turned around and walked deeper into the hall.

This was the most heavily guarded place, for it stored the White Lotus Sect's most important treasure.

After pushing open a door and passing behind two screens, she saw a white lotus glowing with pale light before her.

Compared to when it had been discovered in the ancestral hall of Oxheart Village, the lotus had now bloomed even larger. Its gentle radiance no longer flickered in and out, but endured for long stretches.

A circle of people surrounded the white lotus—men and women, old and young. Only the most qualified members of the White Lotus Sect could approach it.

Bai Lingmiao sat cross-legged upon a