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Yuezheng always knew clearly that Xingyun was a peerless genius in Taoist magic.

From a young age, he displayed exceptional intelligence and ability.

The questions he asked her must have been filled with extremely profound thoughts and meanings.

Although Yuezheng is the senior sister, she often asks her junior brothers and sisters for advice.

At the time, she didn't understand the question Xingyun asked her. She remembered asking him, "Why should I answer like that?"

Xingyun gazed at her and said slowly, "Because the bright moon hangs high, it should shine in all directions. Whether or not this light falls on me, the bright moon is still the bright moon. She has fulfilled her responsibility, and I should not ask for anything more."

“That makes sense.” Yuezheng nodded. “Heaven and earth, sun and moon, are eternal and unchanging, and will not change because of any one person.”

Upon hearing her response, Xingyun seemed to be stunned for a long time before saying again, "I have benefited greatly from what you have said, Senior Sister."

After saying that, he smiled and said, "But senior sister, there's something you've forgotten."

Yuezheng remained patient and attentive: "Which point?"

“It’s not just the heavens and earth, the sun and the moon that remain unchanged, but also the myriad stars,” Xingyun said. “Even through the ages, through the ages of time, the stars will always be by the moon’s side.”

Now that everything has calmed down and she has calmed down to think about this issue again, Yuezheng suddenly realized that what Xingyun asked her about back then was not the moon in nature, but herself.

Yuezheng's voice was very soft: "He once asked me whether the pain was 'the bright moon hangs high but does not shine on me alone' or 'the bright moon hangs high but does not shine on me alone'."

Shen Mingshu suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Yuezheng continued, "I think that although he said he wouldn't feel pain as long as the bright moon hung high, he must have been in a lot of pain at the very beginning."

As the holy maiden of Mount Penglai, her fate was sealed from birth.

To unify Penglai Mountain, protect the land, and pass on the Taoist arts.

If Huo Jingyu and Shui Yunqing were simply too burdened with responsibilities to attend to their personal love affairs...

So, she never had such a thing.

Shen Mingshu remained silent for a long while before finally saying, "It hurts a lot."

“I don’t know what he did. He’s more capable and smarter than me, but he—” Yuezheng paused for a long time before struggling to speak, “yet he left the chance of survival to me.”

How could Xingyun, three hundred years ago, have known that Princess Yongning would return today and find a way to save them?

All he knew was that he had to save Yue Zheng, at the cost of his soul, which would then completely vanish into the world, leaving not a trace of its essence.

It was a terrible price to pay, but Xingyun didn't hesitate at all.

He even had a backup plan, helping her acquire a new body.

Yuezheng cannot let go of it.

Even if she could never have any personal love in her life, that was her junior brother who had been with her for many years.

They cultivated together, went on missions together, and were scolded mercilessly by the Old Man of Penglai together.

Together they cleaned the Taoist temple, covered in dust and dirt, and then secretly slipped down the mountain to eat, drink, and have fun.

How could she... how could she not protect him, and instead let him lose his life for her?
Yuezheng closed her eyes.

"Holy Maiden, you..." Shen Mingshu was taken aback, "You...you cried?"

It is said that the Holy Maiden of Penglai has long since severed all emotions and desires. Although she is compassionate towards the world and cares for all people, and although she can feel joy and anger, she can never shed a tear.

Why now...

Yuezheng was taken aback.

she cried?
My heart aches unbearably, my eyes are heavy and wet—is this what crying feels like?

Yuezheng raised her hand, wanting to touch her tears, but a large hand touched her cheek first. The cool fingertips gently wiped away Yuezheng's tears, the hand moving very carefully, as if touching a rare treasure.

Then, Yuezheng heard someone say, "Senior sister, don't cry."

The voice came from above her head, with a faint smile.

That familiar "Senior Sister" pierced through three hundred years and landed in her ears, making her eardrums tremble.

Yuezheng's body stiffened, and she even had difficulty lifting her head.

The hand seemed to know what she was about to do, and it landed on her chin, gently lifting her head.

A familiar face came into view.

He still looked like a young boy, dressed in white, with a dark purple ancient jade pendant hanging on his forehead, making his eyes look like a starry sea, deep and unfathomable.

But Yuezheng found her reflection in those incredibly beautiful eyes.

The world is vast, yet the stars only revolve around the moon, never leaving or abandoning it.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The two gazed at each other silently, each second feeling like an eternity.

After what seemed like an eternity, Yue Zheng finally found her voice: "...Xing Yun?"

“It’s me, Senior Sister.” Xingyun smiled. “It’s been a long time since we last met. Senior Sister, you’re still as charming as ever.”

The bright moon should indeed hang high in the sky to fulfill its proper function.

Those who try to pluck the moon are always selfish.

He can't pluck the moon, he can only gaze at it.

Xingyun had always known that his personality had serious flaws—loneliness, gloom, dampness, lack of love... and an extremely strong possessiveness and desire for control.

When he saw Yuezheng smiling at his fellow junior brothers and sisters, his heart ached as if ants were gnawing at him.

He was also unable to tolerate the fact that Yuezheng had taken on a disciple.

He had thought that it would be nice if Yuezheng only had him by her side.

Xingyun once resented that the bright moon hung high above him and did not shine alone on him.

But later, he realized that as long as the bright moon hung high, that was good enough.

"You..." Yuezheng's voice trembled, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Shen Mingshu was also shocked by Xingyun's sudden appearance, but she didn't have time to think about it and immediately left the top of Penglai Mountain, leaving the time to the two senior and junior brothers.

"Is Senior Sister blaming me or hating me?" Xingyun's eyes darkened when she saw that Yuezheng didn't speak. "I've always been willful and made Senior Sister worry about me. I won't do it again."

"I have never..." Yuezheng paused, her voice choked with emotion as she spoke, "Senior Sister has never blamed you, so how could she hate you?"

Whether Xingyun is a genius disciple of Penglai Mountain or a stunning leader of the Beiming Sect, in her eyes, he is first and foremost her junior brother.

Yuezheng took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady: "Xiaoyun, you are my junior brother."

“This is the first time I’ve seen Senior Sister cry.” Xingyun cupped her face and whispered, “I once asked Master why Senior Sister never cried even when she was seriously injured. Master said, ‘Senior Sister, you have no tears.’”

The old man of Penglai did indeed say such a thing, and it is also a rumor circulating in the martial arts world.

Yuezheng didn't speak, but her tears fell even more fiercely, completely blurring her vision.

"Then I want to know, Senior Sister, you..." Xingyun paused for a long time before asking, "Was it because of me that you cried?" (End of this chapter)