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Senior Martial Brother …

Don't look at me. Look who else is back. Dongfang Yu's eyes curved into crescent moons.

Zhang Ge rushed forward and grabbed Yin Lele's small hand and said: "You don't need to say this, I'm Le Le who entered the door first."

Yin Lele's face did not have much of a smile on it, and only after Zhang Ge waved his hand in front of her did he react.

Seeing the two of them laughing, she pulled Chang Ge's hand and spun around to look: Sister Changge! Sister Changge, you're back? He's back! You're finally back! I knew you wouldn't be so happy!

Just like Xiaoyu, these close friends of hers had never kept their distance from her. Longsong smiled and actually felt relieved.

pulled Gu Changge and sat on the table, chattering non-stop, asking her where she had been for such a long time. After knowing that she had been cultivating on the Immortal Island and asking her if she was bored, and what she usually ate, she was like her grandfather, always staying at home.

The two little sisters seemed to have an unending conversation, and in the end, the topic once again shifted to today's disciple recruitment event. It was not considered strange, as every year, Qinghua Sect would send around a hundred and eighty s to the world, and the number of disciples that came to visit was just too many.

And this year, the biggest attraction of the disciple recruitment event was that Xiao Ziyang had to take in disciples as well. Xiao Ziyang refused to take in many disciples for the reason that she had never taught anyone else, she only took in a fourteen year old girl as her disciple.

knew that she wanted to take Xiao Ziyang as her master back then, but she felt that after all these years had passed, she should have already let go of the song.

However, looking at her expression, it seemed that she was still somewhat sad, so she didn't bring up the matter of the disciple recruitment.

Seeing that it was getting late, Dongfang Yu sent them back to sleep. The two little sisters held hands and went back to the courtyard Yin Lele lived in when they were young.

Yin Lele's residence was around the same age as Dongfang Yu, but because it was a woman's residence, it was extremely warm and comfortable. When the two of them were lying on the bed, Yin Lele was still reminiscing about past events. She asked Zhang Ge how he came to Qinghua, and then told him about her chance encounter with Dongfang Yu.

Those who heard what she said perked up their ears, afraid that they would miss out on something. After learning that they had wet her sleeves from the fight for the cup, she smiled in relief. Not long later, she fell asleep.

The two sisters were one year apart in age, but their bodies were about the same size. Zhang Ge faintly felt that Le Le Le was slightly fatter than him. She hugged herself as she slept soundly.

He pushed her a little further away and looked at the canopy, unable to fall asleep no matter what. There was one thing on her mind that she would never be able to forget for the rest of her life if she did not answer her question today …

Thinking up to here, she quietly got out of bed, donned a simple set of clothes, and hung the bottle around her waist once again, saying in a low voice: "Wu Tong, light up the road ahead for me."

The Demon Gathering bottle emitted a light green light. It wasn't bright, but it was enough to see the surroundings clearly.

Changge stepped out of the room and disappeared from the Five Elements Peak in the blink of an eye.

After nightfall, her Qinghua Sect was very quiet. The seven peaks were all black phantoms that towered in the darkness. She easily found the mountain she was so familiar with, and with a bit of green luster, she ascended it.

Yue Yong flew very quickly, and the night wind brushed against her hair, making the weather very cold. Because her body's resistance had increased a lot due to Qi Refining, she did not chant any spells to avoid the cold, and directly charged towards the snowy plains on the peak.

That person's white clothes were much whiter than this ancient snow. The sound of his feet stepping on the snow gave her a fright, and she quickly slowed down.

Perhaps it was because this place was even quieter than the foot of the mountain. She could not even take a single step for fear of waking up something. Was this the feeling of approaching a homeland?

She took two more steps onto the snowy ground. On the cliff in front of the palace, a person dressed in white stood there silently. The wind blew through his robes, dancing along with his black hair in the darkness.

That person was the darling of the moon. Otherwise, why would he be the only one to pour the purest moonlight in the world onto his body?

Longsong stood behind the tall stone, the snow soaking her thin shoes and socks. If she could, she was willing to accompany that person for a lifetime; this feeling seemed to have long surpassed her desire to become his disciple, but she attributed it all to her own unwillingness to not succeed in becoming his disciple.

Her body began to tremble. After all, without the protection of a spell, ordinary people would not be able to withstand this kind of cold. But it was precisely because of this coldness that Changge did not want to avoid it.

The pain was indescribable.

Xiao Ziyang... These three words lingered on her lips for a while before she finally persuaded herself to rush out. She stood calmly in front of him and calmly said, "Long time no see …"

But before she could even take a step, a small figure walked out from the palace hall. This child looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, and with a pair of bun on his head, he wore the clothes of a Qinghua disciple. With small steps, he arrived at the place where Xiao Ziyang was standing.

Master... Long Zhaoge also called out the two words, as if possessed. For many days and nights, she hoped that these two words would come out of her mouth. She only called out to Xiao Ziyang …

Master! Why are you still standing here, scared in the hall by yourself.

Xiao Ziyang's statue-like body moved, she turned and patted her disciple's head and led her hand into the hall, one tall and one short, the two of them standing in harmony under the moonlight.

At this moment, Chang Ge's heart felt as though it had been stabbed by a knife. She stumbled as she followed the two to the entrance of the hall. Not long later, the hall was lit up by candles and brightly lit.

The warmth in the hall was something she would never be able to absorb, and her pain was something they would never be able to feel.

However, when the white figure appeared at the entrance of the hall, Zhang Ge was stunned. The people at the entrance were stunned as well. Their exquisite face should have been as cold and emotionless as a thousand years ago.

Finally unable to hold it in any longer, the tears in Chang Ge's eyes fell to the ground like broken beads and quickly blended into the snow.

She wanted to escape. She didn't want this person to see her embarrassed appearance. She wanted to let him see that she was living a good life. She wanted to make him regret not taking her in as a disciple before.

But, why did everything change the moment I saw him?!

A long song! Xiao Ziyang quickly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her who was about to leave with the sword: It's really you?