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I flew over and took Nangong Huan, who had been struck through by a sword, from Yun Bingxin's hands. The resentment in my heart had reached its breaking point. I glared daggers at Zu Ziyi and Xia Ruize, gnashing my teeth in fury until I couldn't utter a word.
"Xia... Fellow Daoist... take care of... Longzhu for this old woman..." Nangong Huan had originally come to help me, but now she had died in this battle.
I felt utterly wracked with guilt. I had no idea how I would explain this to Longzhu when I returned, but no matter what, I had to agree to her request first and fulfill her final wish. So I hurriedly said, "Senior Nangong, rest assured. I'll take good care of Longzhu. I won't let her suffer the slightest indignity with me, and I'll also keep a close eye on Sun Chongyang so he won't bully her..."
"Good... good... This old woman believes you... What a pity... I won't live to see you again, Yuchan... I... miss you..." Nangong Huan nodded at me. Her hazy body quickly dispersed into soul dust and drifted away, shining brilliantly amid the surrounding smoke and clouds.
When a person was about to die, their words were sorrowful. The old woman's final, inexplicable words left me sighing inwardly. So she had still kept someone else in her heart besides Longzhu. I simply didn't know who this person called "Yuchan" was...
Although the old woman's conduct at the beginning had made it impossible to feel any fondness for her, that had been the wariness she held toward strangers. After she had blended in with everyone, she was still difficult to deal with, but it was obvious that she had been improving all along. If I ever found the person called