Ling Yin looked at him with confusion: "Why ask that?"
Jiang Fan glanced around; the valley was neat and clean, visible at a glance.
Where’s the chicken?
"Nothing really, pretend I didn’t ask," Jiang Fan cupped his hands and bid farewell.
Long after he left, Demon Moon emerged carrying a bottle of sealed wine.
Looking at the untouched wine on the table, she huffed lightly: "I wanted to give him a bottle of wine."
"Ungrateful guy!"
Disappointment was hard to hide in her eyes.
Meticulously brewed osmanthus wine for Jiang Fan’s successful tribulation, and he didn’t take a sip.
Ling Yin said plainly, "The matter of Boundary Mountain is a hurdle he can’t overcome in his heart."
"If this continues, you two will be destined never to meet in this lifetime."
"Go to Taicang State, change your identity, change your destiny."
Demon Moon was silent for a long while, then sighed: "Mother, forget it."
"He cares deeply about those around him; I don’t want to deceive him."
If Jiang Fan were indifferent, she wouldn’t mind.
But thinking of Jiang Fan’s grief over Ling Shu’s death, she would feel guilty deceiving someone like that.
Ling Yin plucked a peach blossom petal, letting it dissolve into a cup of wine.
"Drink it."
Demon Moon took it, drank it without understanding.
Ling Yin slowly stood, said plainly, "Start anew with Jiang Fan later."
Demon Moon tilted her head, filled with pondering in her eyes.
After a while, she asked confusedly:
"Who is Jiang Fan?"
On the Snow Mountain.
Yue Mingzhu crossed her arms, glanced sideways at Gong Caiyi: "Are you really deciding to return to Spirit Beast Sect?"
"Not going to Taicang State with Jiang Fan?"
Gong Caiyi’s eyes lowered: "I wish I could."
"But there’s still the Spirit Beast Sect, the half-destroyed Spirit Beast Sect."
Yue Mingzhu frowned deeply.
In the past, Gong Caiyi couldn’t let go of the Spirit Beast Sect, and now, it had suffered such a blow.
With her gentleness, she couldn’t let go even more.
"Think it over thoroughly!"
"Once he goes, he’ll seldom return to the Continent again. The bonds between you will gradually dissolve with time."
"Consider more for yourself, forget about the sect."
A touch of sadness passed through Gong Caiyi’s eyes.
Didn’t she know, that once parted, the vast sky and distance would eventually sever their ties?
But recalling the disciples who died tragically in the sect, one face after another, she couldn’t let go.
"Sheng Yan." She called out Yue Mingzhu’s true name with full entreaty:
"Take good care of Jiang Fan, along with my share."
She withdrew the bronze array plate Jiang Fan had left at the mountain’s base, handing it to Yue Mingzhu.
Then mounted a bird to leave.
Left Yue Mingzhu in the snow, face full of loneliness: "Foolish woman."
"Why don’t you live for yourself?"
The bird soared into the sky, weaving through the clouds.
Gong Caiyi lowered her delicate head, eyes unable to hold back the flowing crystals.
"Jiang Fan... I can’t bear to part with you either."
"But I can’t let go of those dead disciples."
At that moment, her waist tightened.
Two arms gently embraced her from behind.
The burning chest made Gong Caiyi’s entire body stiffen; she looked up to see a face full of tenderness.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂