Dantai Xiaoxue cried out, "Master, are you going to the Daoist temple?"
Dongfang Nishang suddenly rose and left. Dantai Xiaoxue had a bad feeling. Wang Xian had been asleep for several months—if he woke in a single day, the world would surely fall into chaos.
Just as she was about to dash out.
Dongfang Nishang's voice reached her ears instead. "You stay here. He isn't seeing outsiders..." With that, she vanished without a trace.
Dantai Xiaoxue froze. She feared that throughout the entire Sword Sect, aside from herself, no one understood what those words meant.
Who would have thought that after emerging from seclusion, her junior brother would refuse to see anyone except his master—not even his senior sister?
Could it be?
At that moment, Dongfang Nishang's voice rang out again. "Before I return, not a word of this is to be leaked."
Dantai Xiaoxue drew a breath and said with a bitter smile, "Junior Sister will soon be coming to the Sword Sect with people from the Heavenly Saint Sect."
Dongfang Nishang shouted sternly, "I said, no one."
Dantai Xiaoxue shuddered at her words. "Understood."
Thinking of the approaching Four Great Sects, of Donghuang Shuyu, of whether her awakened junior brother would wield his sword and charge up Kunlun, and of the battle at Broken Dragon Mountain...
As she gazed at the snow-covered mountain beyond the window, the girl's heart fell into turmoil.
Her hands gripped the wooden table before her so tightly that her ten fingers, sharp as swords, left ten sword marks in an instant.
She let out a long breath. Had she finally waited for this day?
She did not need to think about it. Since her master had gone to the Daoist temple at this moment, even if her junior brother stormed Kunlun, her master