To sum it up in one sentence.
Joy at its peak turns into sorrow.
By the time they reached the Holy Sword Sect, Ye Lin could already see peach blossoms filling the sky before they even got close.
On the island before them, peach blossoms drifted through the air everywhere, a breathtaking sight.
"Let's go. Once we're inside, don't speak."
After glancing at Zhang Ling'er, Ye Lin stepped onto the island.
Zhang Ling'er, carrying Luo Yao in her arms, followed behind Ye Lin with a curious look on her face.
She had no idea what Ye Lin was up to.
When they reached the heart of the island, Ye Lin stood amid the mist and looked at the peach blossoms atop the platform.
The peach tree was now in full bloom, its blossoms even more beautiful than before. When the wind blew, the petals left the branches and danced along with it.
On top of that, waves of strange fragrance drifted through the air.
The old man from before was nowhere to be seen. In his place stood a handsome young man with a head of white hair.
Though his appearance had changed, he was still the same person.
"Fellow Daoist, since you're here, come out."
The young man suddenly spoke.
Ye Lin emerged with Ye Xin. He had concealed the corpse within the mist before stepping out.
Zhang Ling'er carried Luo Yao and followed behind Ye Lin.
"Fellow Daoist, look—the peach blossoms have bloomed."
Seeing Ye Lin approach, the young man spoke with excitement.
Ye Lin merely nodded lightly.
"She said that once the peach blossoms bloomed, she would come back for me. She didn't lie to me. My waiting was meaningful."
"She'll be back to see me soon. I have to face her in my very best state."