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"": "Have you... seen Grandpa Bai?"
A trace of pleading shone in her eyes, and her whole being radiated the despair of someone on the verge of death.
In her current state, she naturally could not tell that Yellow-Waisted was not human.
The sunlight was so blinding. Yan Nan wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Why was a head emerging from the jar on that old woman's back?
Why did that head look so familiar...
Why did her face look so much like her own...
"Who... are you?"
That similar face asked the very same question she had.
Yan Nan's lips curved slightly into a smile.
Sure enough, she had completely lost her senses.
Wasn't the flash of memories before death supposed to be a review of one's life?
Instead, she was seeing another version of herself?
Her eyes slowly closed as her life force gradually ebbed away.
Yan Nan was not dead yet. She simply lacked the strength to keep her eyelids open.
"Grand... Grandpa..."
Just before her eyes closed completely, she glimpsed another figure through her blurred vision.
It was Bai Wei!
Yan Nan struggled to open her eyes again, but she was truly too exhausted.
"I'm about to..."
She struggled, still trying to speak.
But her words sounded more like delirious muttering, indistinct and unclear.
Hu Xing frowned and was about to turn her head.
She never managed to turn.
A sword erupted from her forehead!
Its tip was bright red!
The White Sword went in, and the Red Sword came out!
The Yellow-Waisted "old woman" let out a shriek.
"Quiet."
The cold, deep voice rang out abruptly, and Yellow-Waisted instantly fell silent.
Bai Wei stroked Hu Xing's head, his eyes holding a trace of tenderness, a measure of bewilderment,