Jiang Lin and Xiao Xueli returned, but
they came back holding hands.
Seeing them holding hands and occasionally gazing into each other's eyes, wearing such tender expressions, everyone felt a stab in the heart. They were all devastated.
Why... Why had they licked boots for so many years without getting anywhere, while Jiang Lin had succeeded in just one night... Why...
The next day, news of the two spread throughout the Cold Snow Sect. The female disciples all believed that their own Senior Sister Xiao had been deceived. One after another, they entered Luo River Snow Peak, planning to persuade their Goddess not to let herself be bewitched by a Flower-Picking Thief like Jiang Lin.
But what they had not expected was that their Senior Sister Xiao merely smiled gently, her cheeks flushed, and softly said that she understood. Her pair of brilliant eyes overflowed with happiness.
The junior sisters were all entranced. They had never seen Senior Sister Xiao display such a girlish expression before. It was as if a thousand-year-old glacier had melted, or as if pear blossoms had burst into bloom across a thousand trees and ten thousand branches. For a moment, they even forgot why they had come, all sinking into the willow-drooping, flower-delicate charm of a young maiden.
On the other side, when the male disciples of the Cold Snow Sect learned that their Goddess had been claimed by the lecher Jiang Lin, they all let out pig-slaughtering screams.
Some men of principle banded together and went to the Guest Peak where Jiang Lin lived, shouting for the lecher to come out and meet his death, and then
they were sent flying.
As for Gou Dizhen and the others, ever since their obstruction at Luo River Snow Peak, they had realized that they could not