When Su Mianmian saw that Su Jiu had not answered for a long time, she could not help turning to look at her.
Their gazes met, as though a thousand tangled threads of words lay between them, impossible to voice.
After a long while, Su Jiu smiled gently. "All right. Let's rebuild the Azure Tide Sect together..."
Yet even though Su Jiu had agreed, Su Mianmian felt no reassurance, because in that brief moment when their eyes met, she had felt as though Su Jiu were very far away.
It was as if an immense chasm lay between them, impossible to cross, leaving them only able to gaze at one another from afar.
Su Jiu's gaze did not linger on Su Mianmian for long before returning to the battle.
A gentle breeze swept past, sending strands of her long hair fluttering before Su Mianmian's eyes.
The mark on Su Jiu's face lit up again. As before, it vanished in a flash, and there was still no particular change, yet Su Mianmian felt that something was different.
She stared in a daze, almost forgetting what day or age it was. In the end, Su Jiu gently covered Su Mianmian's eyes and whispered in her ear, "Don't look anymore."
Once someone sank into certain things, it became almost impossible to pull free. Ever since Little Gift had fused completely with her, the flower on her face had ceased to be something ordinary people could behold.
Seven Leaves would always burst into breathtaking brilliance at certain moments, but such opportunities were rare, and even harder to catch with the naked eye.
Another scream rang out nearby.
This time, a Medicine Gate disciple had died.
Someone shouted, "Stop fighting! All of you, stop! Haven't you noticed? None of us can leave this place!"
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