The crowd erupted into loud cheers again, praising Fang Meiyun's invincible divine abilities.
Fang Meiyun smiled faintly and looked at Wei Bolv and Zhu Yingjiu.
"Before long, I may be heading to the Central Divine Continent to spread the faith. I'll have to rely on you two Dharma Protectors to watch over the west from then on."
"Your subordinates obey."
"Work hard. One day, the Fist Sect will surely become the number one sect on the Nine Heavens Continent. You will follow me into the Fist Temple, share in eternal incense offerings, and attain indestructible golden bodies!"
After leaving those words behind, Fang Meiyun turned and rode away on the clouds.
Once she had flown into the sea of clouds, Fang Meiyun took a jade hairpin from her storage ring.
It was something she had found when she returned to the south some time ago, buried beneath the tree where she and Xiao Xiaole had first gone to see lanterns.
It had also been the first gift Xiao Xiaole gave her. He had said she looked beautiful wearing it.
Only later did she understand that she had not actually looked good wearing it.
A Le had thought she looked good because the light in his eyes had made her beautiful.
After A Le left, the heartbroken Fang Meiyun had buried the hairpin beneath that tree, thinking that everything would pass.
Now, after so many years, she had dug it back out and treasured it as though it were priceless.
Holding the jade hairpin, Fang Meiyun carefully examined the small line of writing engraved upon it.
"In old age, one forgets much, yet never forgets longing."
After silently reciting the verse, a pure and innocent smile appeared on Fang Meiyun's fat, wrinkle-covered face.
"A Le, the day we meet again will