To Qingyue at that moment, He Mu's words were like an injection straight to the heart, instantly making her lift her head from her private sorrow and stare at He Mu before her.
Looking at those familiar features and figure, Qingyue felt as though she had returned to the past, when she was still a little girl. Those years had been carefree, ordinary yet moving.
At that moment, Qingyue's eyes were still slightly red, but her gaze was filled with delighted surprise. At last, she spoke, her voice carrying nervousness and a trace of uncertainty.
"Brother He? Is it really you? Have you finally come back for me?"
He Mu smiled and nodded, then stepped forward, reached out to stroke Qingyue's flowing black hair, and slowly spoke.
"Silly girl, of course it's me. Didn't we make a promise back then? When you mastered the finest swordsmanship under heaven, I would come back for you. See? I've come to keep that promise today."
"And congratulations. That rash little girl from back then has finally grown up. Now you've attained the Dao as an emperor, with cultivation unrivaled in this age."
But then Qingyue seemed to think of something else. Her tone changed again, carrying a little dejection and profound puzzlement.
"But what is this about the Immeasurable Heaven Venerable? And why did you suddenly leave back then? Even if you'd stayed by my side, I could still have attained the Dao. Brother He, I was so afraid-afraid I would never find you again."
As she spoke, a sob gradually crept into Qingyue's voice. At that moment, she was nothing like an emperor of her generation, utterly devoid of the cold pride and dignity she had shown on the Starry Sky Ancient Road. Instead, she was more like that little girl from