"Splash..."
The faucet suddenly turned, and a jet of water gushed out.
Then the water floated upward in a way that would have made Newton claw his way out of his coffin.
On the wall, it formed three large characters-
[Bai-Yu-qing!]
Bai Yuqing was bewildered.
After erecting the Ice Peak Barrier in the dream, he had thought he would awaken in the Little Wooden House. Instead, he woke to surroundings both unfamiliar and familiar.
Qinghe had entered the system three years ago, while he had entered through its backdoor at a point in time earlier than Qinghe.
In that world, he had waited a long time for his Qinghe.
Even though entering the system had scrambled his memories of reality and left gaps in them, that waiting had never changed, from beginning to end.
And so, the first time he saw Qinghe, he knew-
It was him.
Everyone in the Demon-Slaying Sect had been baffled by this.
The esteemed Chief Seat of the Demon-Slaying Sect was devoted to cultivation and lived alone. Without exception, every prospective disciple delivered to his door had been sent back.
His cultivation had long since reached perfection, and he should have ascended to the Upper Realm. Yet one day, he suddenly brought back a raggedly dressed boy of mediocre talent.
He had overruled every objection, utterly unconcerned that he had become the laughingstock of the world, and insisted on taking the boy as his disciple.
His sole and final disciple.
Why, exactly?
There was no reason.
The moment he saw Qinghe, no reason was needed.
Qinghe was the reason.
As for the gossip?
He could simply shut it outside his door.
Worldly possessions and so-called prestige were no more than passing clouds.
Compared with Qinghe, they were not worth mentioning.
Precisely because of