Watching Yuan Yang fly off, Mu Yunle stood at the edge of the forest, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, her slender figure carrying a touch of delicacy.
Suddenly, she sighed, her heart heavy with sorrow, then turned and headed back, brushing past branches and leaves as she walked, lost in thought.
Her master often said that sorrow and suffering came when beautiful things were destroyed. Whether it was a feeling or a person, they had to make people ache for them before all the emotions that followed could arise. This, she supposed, was what she was feeling now.
Once a great figure who had shone across the world and roared with the might of a tiger across ten thousand miles, now he sat before an ancient Buddha beneath a green lamp, bleakly lamenting the passing years. Just thinking about it stirred her heart and filled her with pity.
She stood in the forest. Not far away sat Master Zhen Ding, cross-legged—the famed Mad Saber Su Meng, who had shaken the world ten years ago.
So it had been him... He had fought at the Divine Capital, so no wonder Joyful Bodhisattva had wanted to flee at the sight of him. With the might of the Ananda Breaking Precepts Saber Art fully mastered, no wonder Venerable Ten Thousand Insects had been scared half to death by him, even while he was badly wounded...
Looking at that withered, weathered face, she recalled the heroic, masculine bearing and spirited confidence described in so many tales of the martial world. Emotions surged in her heart. She couldn't help lamenting how fate toyed with people and how the world was ever-changing, a hint of sorrow rising within her.
Mu Yunle took a light breath, walked over, and smiled. "Master, where shall we go next?"