Yuheng Sacred Land, Mountain Above Mountain. The bright moon hung high, and beneath its light, a figure in plain white robes stood quietly before a bamboo cottage, gazing at the moon in the sky, lost in thought.
Xin Yu walked out of the bamboo cottage and stood beside him. Her black hair fell casually behind her back, and her unadorned face remained flawless, beautiful enough to topple kingdoms and cities.
"It's cold outside. Why did you come out too?"
Ning Chen returned to his senses. Looking at the woman beside him, a gentle smile appeared on his face as he spoke softly.
"I couldn't sleep, so I came out to take a look," Xin Yu said with a smile.
Ning Chen gently drew her into his embrace and asked, "Are you cold?"
"I'm not cold." Xin Yu shook her head.
"We'll leave tomorrow," Ning Chen said softly.
"You haven't returned in so many years. Won't you stay a few more days?" Xin Yu leaned against his shoulder and murmured.
"There's no need."
Ning Chen shook his head. "In the end, we must part. A day sooner or a day later makes no difference."
"I'll listen to you," Xin Yu replied.
Not far away, in an exquisitely decorated small courtyard, Jian Shui'er lay sprawled over a table, staring blankly at the candle flame before her. One moment she giggled foolishly, the next she looked troubled. After a long while, she looked toward the woman beside her and said, "Sister Hongzhu, let's ask Senior Brother to teach us swordsmanship tomorrow. Even the Law Enforcement Elder said that Senior Brother's swordsmanship is Peerless Under Heaven, with scarcely an opponent to be found among men."
Hearing this, Wan Hongzhu sighed softly. "Shui'er, I'm afraid your wish cannot be fulfilled. Senior Brother will not remain