Although Bai Xiaojin was usually carefree and a martial arts fanatic, she had long since unconsciously developed a dependent feeling toward Sikong Jing, her master, as though he were an elder. At this moment, she could not help but burst into loud sobs.
After the war had ended, after the slaughter was over, after everything had calmed down, when she saw the Willow Leaf Sacred Wall again...
Bai Xiaojin realized that she, too, could feel such sorrow, that she, too, could cry like this.
Seeing this, Su Yuexi hurriedly hugged Bai Xiaojin and comforted her. "Don't worry, Xiaojin. Your master is fine. He was merely sucked into the Willow Leaf Sacred Wall. He'll be able to come out soon."
As her words fell, Bai Xiaojin instinctively raised her head, her face full of bewilderment.
Beside her, Leng Sha naturally stared blankly at Su Yuexi as well, his mouth hanging wide open for a moment...
Master was fine?
How could he possibly be fine? Leng Sha had personally watched his master be smashed to pieces. He had personally seen blood explode across the Willow Leaf Sacred Wall. There had not even been a corpse left behind.
Su Zhenglong and Mei Xiaofang, meanwhile, continued to stare blankly at their younger daughter, a terrifying thought wildly taking shape in their hearts.
Had Yuexi gone mad?
She did not want to accept reality. She could not bear the shock of Sikong Jing's death, so she was deceiving herself, still waiting for him?
At this moment, Leng Sha had the same thought as well...
He, too, felt that Mistress could not accept reality and was continuously numbing herself. Holding back his tears, he asked, "Mistress, how was Master sucked into the Sacred Wall?"
In response, Su Yuexi smiled again. "Your master's flesh and blood reassembled,