Last year, on the shores of the Western Sea, when Xiang Wanshu first met Zhao Layue, he had watched her draw her sword and kill without a word.
His temperament was extremely gentle, perhaps even somewhat weak, and he had never imagined doing such a thing.
That long rainbow that had illuminated the Cloud Terrace was the Unthought Sword.
Zhao Layue was a Disciple of a Disciple of True Person Jingyang.
True Person Jingyang was the senior he admired most.
With all these feelings combined, he could not help developing a sense of awe toward Zhao Layue, and from that awe grew admiration.
He knew there was no possibility of him and Zhao Layue becoming dao companions, so he merely buried that admiration deep in his heart.
Yet though the sword was named Unthought, how could he truly not think of her?
Over the past year, he had kept thinking that if he could see Zhao Layue again, perhaps they could grow a little closer... even if he could simply look at her a few more times.
Today, at the Plum Gathering, he had finally seen Zhao Layue again. Who could have imagined he would witness such a scene?
"I'm fine."
His voice was full of disappointment.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue did not know what the cultivators on the cold terraces were discussing, nor did they know how many people felt as disappointed as Xiang Wanshu.
Picking that plum blossom and tucking it into her hair, the seemingly tender, affectionate conversation-to them, these were merely natural gestures and ordinary conversation.
Since their first meeting amid the clouds and mist of Sword Peak, they had often been together. In particular, after traveling tens of thousands of miles together over these four years, spending their days and nights in