"The blood moon disappeared?"
Within the Yellow Springs ruins, Old Daoist Huang gazed at the pitch-black sky, astonishment written across his face.
Xu Taiping's eyes were likewise filled with wonder.
Blade Ghost's lips curled upward as he sneered:
"Now I'm certain that Mad Monk is injured-and gravely injured at that!"
At those words, the taut strings of Xu Taiping's heart finally relaxed.
He was about to speak when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind them:
"The elder is right! Mad Monk is badly injured right now!"
The three turned to look.
Dugu Qingxiao, who had regained his original form, was striding toward them with Xu Ziyan supporting him.
Xu Taiping's expression immediately brightened, and he called out:
"Second Senior Brother!"
Dugu Qingxiao reached the three of them without saying a word.
Only after quietly studying Xu Taiping for a long while did he spread his arms and suddenly pull him into an embrace.
"You fine lad! You fine lad!"
He patted Xu Taiping hard on the back, his eyes filled with emotion, joy, and excitement.
Xu Taiping said with some guilt:
"Second Senior Brother, it's my fault for coming so late and letting you suffer!"
Dugu Qingxiao released Xu Taiping and shook his head firmly.
"Not late! Not late at all!"
Then he drew a deep breath and looked into the depths of the Yellow Springs Hell Ruins, his gaze resolute.
"Taiping, we're brothers. There's no need for thanks between us."
"All you need to know is that from this day forward, wherever you are, whatever calamity you find yourself trapped in, your Second Senior Brother will never let you die before him!"
Xu Taiping offered no pleasantries either, merely nodding.
"The same goes for me."
He simply felt that this was how brothers ought to be.
Boom...!
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