Huaxia Yue had silently sacrificed herself to save a group of disciples she had newly taken in. I had already done my best not to disturb her. She had once commanded the retreat of Tianyi Dao's main forces, only to be captured by several sects and tortured until she barely survived, leaving her with a lifelong shadow. In the end, she withdrew to the rear line to focus on taking disciples and teaching lessons.
But who could have imagined that even though she had nearly wished to remain unknown, she still could not escape the tribulation of being my master and disciple. Yet she used her sacrifice to tell me that she had once existed. I could not accept such an ending.
In the great battle, the ethereal body was no longer a fundamental means of escape. If one encountered an opponent whose cultivation surpassed one's own, there was still a high chance that the ethereal body would not escape. Her ending was perfectly reasonable. Yet she had become the very existence that plunged me into hatred.
"Give me the Kunpeng Tokens... all of them..." I looked at everyone surrounding me and extended my already trembling hand. The disciples and sect members who possessed Kunpeng Tokens all looked at one another, some sorrowful and others troubled. They vaguely knew what I wanted to do, so in the end, they all turned their gazes toward my wife-sister and Grandmother.
"Yitian... calm down. The war has temporarily ended. We know you're exhausted, sad, and furious..." Li Qinghe's entire body was ethereal, trembling in the wind, while Zhang Xiaofei sheltered him.
I said nothing, and neither did my wife-sister across from me. Her eyes were merely filled with tender affection. It was the only thing she could do.
The coldness in my eyes