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Yao Huan came to find me, leading me through the marshes back to the Buddhist Sect.
I watched the traces of the green algae moving with the water, and I couldn't help but feel amused at the memories of the past.
He clearly knew that the water was beneficial for the cultivation of the green algae; how could he treat me so indifferently?
Surely, on that day in the Western Mountains, I must have been drunk to foolishly desire his affection.
A sense of irony washed over me, and I gave a faint smile. Yao Huan turned slightly and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Last time I accidentally lost my Spirit Powder. Do you still have any?"
I felt a bit shy and didn't dare to look at him.
Yao Huan showed no signs of discomfort and nodded, " Bianji, I know you are eager for revenge. Although Spirit Powder can surpass all things in this world, Lin Zhao has cultivated for a thousand years, and his green lamp harbors countless spirits. Therefore, if you want to kill him, using Spirit Powder alone is not enough."
He gently patted my shoulder. " Bianji, I will assist you."
I forced a smile. "Thank you, Yaofo."
Later, after many days and nights, I suddenly realized the true meaning of the word "kill."
Isn't the Buddhist Sect against taking life?
How could Yaofo so easily utter the word "kill"?
In this battle, who exactly facilitated my position as a pawn?
Who is it that has doomed Lin Zhao's only fleeting love in this life?
In the tenth year of Chongming, the intoxication of Xishan severed its roots, and the woolly grass disappeared along with Elder Fu Xu when it was captured in Qingcang Valley.
Thus, my flesh and blood can no longer sustain me, and my life hangs by a thread.
I lay against the cold stone wall, feeling the chilling winds converge from all directions, drinking the last drop of Xishan's intoxication, as the turmoil around me turned into nothingness.
Lin Zhao, dressed in white, approached with a green lamp in hand. His flowing sleeves seemed to have traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, yet his hair was frosted with age.
He finally came.
He stopped in front of me, bringing the woolly grass to my lips. "Hurry and eat it; once you do, you'll live."
I clenched my teeth, chewing on the woolly grass bite by bite, my gaze fixed on him.
Perhaps he noticed my intense focus: he didn't see the Spirit Powder at his feet.
Suddenly, the situation shifted dramatically.
Yao Huan stood gracefully behind Lin Zhao with a long sword in hand.
He didn't turn around; he waited until I finished eating the woolly grass before letting out a sigh of relief.
In a voice only I could hear, he said softly, "The answers you seek are all in the lamp."
With that, he stood up.
In an instant, Yao Huan, with a sword in hand, pierced through his heart.
With a loud crash, he fell against the stone wall.
I felt that his chaotic world quieted with that fall, while I encountered the most painful moment of my life.
It seemed that he finally had some affection for me, but I had harmed him in a scheme, paying with my life. It hurt so much.
What hurt even more was that before I could personally stab him, he had already collapsed...
He completely bid farewell to his desolate world, leaving all his unfulfilled hatred upon me.
How could he be so self-righteous to think that I would love him? That I would disregard everything for him?
Lin Zhao looked over from a distance, his beautiful, ghostly lips gently closing. What remained between those heartless lips was a long sigh.
He called me "Yuyou" with all his love and hate, while Yao Huan urged me not to be soft-hearted.
My body leaned against the cold stone wall as I trembled and said, "Yaofo, he is the person I hate the most in this life. He slaughtered everyone in my valley; how can I still be soft-hearted?"
At the end of my words, I pushed him off the cliff and cried out in anguish.
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