Inside the small courtyard.
My eyes were filled with sorrow as I tugged at Ye Qingxian's hem and held up the bloodstained corner of my skirt clenched in my fist. I was heartbroken. "Senior Sister, was it Senior Brother? Did Senior Brother die? I just heard the others talking—they said it was Jian Wushuang..."
Ye Qingxian fell speechless for a moment before comforting me. "Things will get better. Senior Brother might not necessarily die. Perhaps she may appear again in the future."
I had never forgotten Senior Brother, nor had I forgotten her Ghost Fire Flying Sword. How could my heart not ache?
I had known for a long time that Jian Wushuang was a girl.
Later, as the Supreme Alliance besieged Wuya Sect, I gradually learned that Jian Wushuang was the Wushuang Sword of old—a tremendously, tremendously powerful cultivator, a towering figure utterly unlike a mud-legged nobody like me.
I recalled the sword-shadow I had just seen, the shock deep in my crimson eyes not yet truly faded. "She didn't die? But I clearly saw Senior Brother vanish within the flames. Even her body was completely burned to ashes."
Ye Qingxian took my hand and accepted that corner of bloodstained skirt from my palm. "Would Senior Sister lie to you? Since Senior Sister says Jian Wushuang still has a chance to appear, then she will certainly have a chance to come back to life in the future."
Hearing Ye Qingxian constantly call her Senior Brother, my eyes rolled before I abruptly hugged her arm tightly and muttered somewhat foolishly, "Senior Sister, how come Senior Brother is a girl? Is she actually the Senior Sister, while you're not my Senior Sister at all?"
Ye Qingxian suffered a ten-thousand-point critical hit, her face gradually filling with black lines. "What nonsense are