“How long are we going? I’ll tell Xiaoxiao when we’re coming back.”
“Who will offer incense to little uncle’s tablet? If we all leave and big sister often sleeps, should I tell Qing… big brother Qinghe? Will he help us offer incense to little uncle?” Little Skull asked timidly. He remembered that as long as they were home, he lit incense and placed fruit for little uncle every day.
Come back? They weren’t coming back.
When the evil Longquan Sword went mad, who knew what state the Gujian Sect would be destroyed to?
On second thought, she wasn’t certain. Gujian Sect was such a major sect with long heritage, and it was a sword dao sect—it might not lack the ability to protect itself, for instance, the ancient sword and Sword Heart Stone that bore the entire Luoxue Peak.
And Luo Ying was still there. Even if Qinghe fought to the point of sword destruction and death, he would still want to protect her.
Perhaps this place would remain intact.
Only they would die.
If that was the case, she could still return to Gujian Sect to live peacefully. After all, she was still Luo Ying’s disciple, and the sect master treated her well too.
However, she suddenly felt that if no one was waiting on Luoxue Peak, her return would have no meaning whatsoever.
“Hiss…”
She seemed to hear a muffled groan near her ear, and Su Zhuyi’s steps paused.
Little Skull’s divine sense was more acute than hers, and he was obedient, still wrapping Qinghe with spiritual qi. At this moment, he exclaimed: “Ah, green-faced… big brother Qinghe is being whipped!”
“He looks so painful. What should we do, what should we do?” Little Skull spun around anxiously.
Su Zhuyi asked: “Aren’t you very afraid of him?”
“But he’s the big brother who brought us back. Doesn’t little sister really like big sister and him?”
“Big sister looks so weak now, too.”
Su Zhuyi: “…”
It wasn’t that she liked them. She just felt that the ten years of living with them were the peaceful years she had always yearned for.
This kind of bond was different from her feelings for Qin Jianglan.
It was also something she had never experienced before. She cared about it, not only because of heavenly dao and destiny, but also because she liked it.
Even Little Skull had sensed this.
She pressed her lips together, then flew toward the Punishment Hall.
Qinghe had already taken several lashes, his back torn and bloody. Several elders were already standing in the Punishment Hall, with Peak Master Yun prominently among them.
Seeing that it was Luo Ying herself carrying out the punishment, Su Zhuyi felt even more like strangling them all. She flew over and blocked in front of Qinghe, taking a lash for him. The pain made her hiss, then she said, “Master, I’m willing to receive punishment for senior brother!”
She then transmitted to Qinghe: “How many lashes can you take?”
“At most sixty.” Qinghe looked at Su Zhuyi with obscure, unclear eyes and transmitted back.
Su Zhuyi gritted her teeth and hugged Luo Ying: “This disciple is willing to receive fifty lashes.” Afraid he was being overly brave, Su Zhuyi wanted to take ten more lashes.
“What business is it of yours!” Wielding the Spirit Refining Whip also consumed Luo Ying’s energy. At this moment, she was even weaker than before.
Su Zhuyi didn’t know how to answer anymore. She simply hugged Luo Ying and wouldn’t let go. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Elder Yi beside them, seeing the slightly surprised expression on his face, and his golden sparrow constantly sizing up her and Qinghe. Though it was just a bird, its gaze could be quite suggestive, truly disgusting Su Zhuyi.
Oh no, these people wouldn’t misunderstand that she was in love with Qinghe, would they…