At the summit of the Xiao Family's ancestral tower.
Xiao Jing stood with her hands behind her back, dressed in splendid robes.
More than three thousand years had passed, and the childishness had long since vanished from her face. Now, an aura of regal authority wrapped around her from head to toe.
Two hundred years had already passed since Jiang Feng's last sudden return and departure.
For those two hundred years, Xiao Jing had been consumed by melancholy. Aside from handling family affairs, she stood here every day, gazing into the distance at the sacred statue.
"Family Head, please come down," the attendant stepped forward and said. "The Sacred Lord certainly will not be returning anytime soon."
"No!" Xiao Jing declared without the slightest hesitation. "I must wait here for Master to return."
Xiao Jing firmly believed that Jiang Feng would definitely come back.
The attendant shook his head. Normally, Xiao Jing possessed an exceptionally clear judgment whenever she handled any matter within the family. Yet when it came to this one matter, she was so stubbornly obsessed.
The attendant continued to persuade her. "I'll have people below keep a close watch on the sacred statue. The moment the Sacred Lord returns, they'll report to you at once."
"You have already stood here for three days and three nights. You should go down and rest."
Xiao Jing gave a cold snort. "Those useless fools couldn't hold Master back at all."
The attendant shook his head. "With the Sacred Lord's cultivation, if he wishes to leave, who could possibly keep him?"
Xiao Jing smiled faintly. "That is precisely why I must wait for him here. Even if I can only see him once, I will still wait... I would willingly wait a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years!"
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