"Thank you, Yutong. With your help, I believe I'll surely slaughter those Nascent Soul cultivators beneath my palm, so that my master and senior brother can smile in the afterlife!" Zhang Qingxiao held Zhang Yutong's hand and spoke with utter sincerity.
"Alas..." Zhang Yutong did not withdraw her hand. Looking at the people below the teahouse, she sighed. "Though these ordinary mortals do not possess a thread of spiritual power or cultivation, and their lifespans are not long, they have no grudges, no blood feuds, nor fathers and daughters torn apart. We see them as deeply pitiable, yet they themselves feel profoundly fortunate. From that perspective, we are inferior to them. Back then, you enjoyed the familial affection of your sect. Now, for that affection, you are willing to cast everything aside in pursuit of revenge. And me? Now I too understand the preciousness of family."
"Yutong!" Zhang Qingxiao held Zhang Yutong's hand and smiled. "Don't be anxious either. The Sect Master likely has some arrangement. Since he no longer insists on taking your life as he did before, you have survived. And since you have survived, you will surely be able to see your elders and your younger sister again! It is merely a matter of time. I think you should cultivate diligently and refine that Great Yin Yang [***] Sword Spirit. When you meet Zhang Yuhe in the future, you should give her a tremendous surprise!"
"Alright~" A contented smile appeared on Zhang Yutong's face as she said softly, "Before, I was obsessed with the Sword Dao and had always believed only that a sword could sever the threads of emotion. But after meeting you, I finally understood why I came to the Three Cultivation Kingdoms. It was not for any Sword Dao, nor for any Sword Spirit.