I flew over and caught Nangong Huan, who had been stabbed through the body, 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 could not utter a single 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 was already consumed by guilt, and I had no idea how I would explain this to Longzhu after returning. 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 will take good care of Longzhu. I won't let her suffer the slightest grievance with me, and I'll also keep a close eye on Sun Chongyang so he won't bully Longzhu..."
"Good... good... This old woman trusts you... What a pity... I won't live to see you again, Yuchan... I... miss you..." Nangong Huan nodded at me. Her hazy body rapidly evaporated into soul dust and drifted away, shining brilliantly amid the smoke and clouds.
When a person was about to die, their words came from the heart. The old woman's final, inexplicable words left me sighing inwardly. As it turned out, besides Longzhu, someone else still occupied her heart. I simply did not 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 vigilance one held toward strangers. After she blended in with everyone, she was still difficult to talk to, but it was obvious that she had been improving all along. If I ever found the