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Jin Ping'er was the first to react. Her eyes darted between Jiang Xiaochuan, Lu Xueqi, and Biyao, and she already understood.

A charming smile bloomed on her face, her eyebrows curved, and her voice was soft and sweet, breaking the eerie silence:

"Oh, isn't this my benefactor? It's true what they say, you never know where you'll meet someone in life."

As she spoke, she even performed a proper mid-air curtsy, her gaze lingering on Jiang Xiaochuan's face. Her smile deepened, and she said softly:

"It has been three years since we last met, and my benefactor is even more handsome than before. I have missed you dearly since we parted ways in the East China Sea."

Jiang Xiaochuan then shifted his gaze from Biyao to Jin Ping'er's face.

Three years have passed, and the charming young lady of the Hehuan Sect has not changed much. She is still as beautiful and charming as ever, with eyes full of spring water. However, at this moment, in front of this strange sea of ​​flowers and ancient stone gate, her smile seems to have a deeper meaning.

Jiang Xiaochuan gave a slight twitch of his lips in response.

He wasn't stupid. The "Lin Ping" on the deserted island in the East China Sea three years ago was none other than Jin Ping'er from the Hehuan Sect in front of him. He had been deceived. Although she didn't seem to have caused any real harm at the time, the feeling of being deceived was still unpleasant. There was no need to pretend to be friendly now.

Lu Xueqi tilted her head slightly and looked at Jiang Xiaochuan with a questioning look in her eyes.

Jiang Xiaochuan spoke in a low voice, explaining simply in a tone only the two of them could hear: "Three years ago in the East China Sea, I happened to save a woman who was being haunted by a demon spirit. That was her; she was using the alias Lin Ping at the time."

He didn't mention the details of the punches, kicks, and handing out candied hawthorns.

Lu Xueqi nodded, her gaze returning to Biyao and Jin Ping'er, the ice in her eyes seeming even colder.

She didn't ask anything, but the hand around his waist tightened slightly.

The sea of ​​flowers is silent, the mist flows gently, the stone gate is silent, and the ancient seal script is majestic.

Four people stood in mid-air, several feet apart. No one moved first, and no one spoke first. Only the sweet fragrance of flowers grew stronger and stronger, silently permeating the air.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been just a moment, or it might have been a long time.

Biyao looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, at his familiar yet unfamiliar face, at his subconscious little gesture of moving closer to Lu Xueqi, at the momentary daze on his face and the subsequent return to calm.

Her lips moved, as if she wanted to smile, like she did back in the Dripping Blood Cave, with a touch of pride and cunning, asking him, "What are you doing here?" Or, she could question him, with anger and resentment, asking him why he lied to her, why he avoided her, and why he married someone else.

But the words, after swirling in his throat, finally escaped as a dry, even slightly trembling, sentence:

"……How are you?"

The voice was low, somewhat dispersed by the wind, carrying a cautious probing, and something more that was being suppressed.

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback.

He looked into Biyao's eyes, which seemed to be churning with too many emotions that he couldn't understand, or rather, didn't want to understand.

His lips moved, and almost subconsciously, he murmured the name again:

"Biyao..."

Two words, so light, like a feather, falling over the silent sea of ​​flowers.

Biyao seemed to have been burned by those two words, and her whole body trembled almost imperceptibly.

In that instant, something shattered in those eyes that were usually lively and cunning, sometimes alluring, sometimes cold; something else surged up, almost bursting through the dam.

She looked at him, at his face that hadn't changed much, yet seemed to be separated by a thousand mountains and rivers, her fingertips digging into her palm, a slight stinging sensation spreading through her.

Just then, a cold, clear voice, devoid of any emotion, cut in, severing the almost stagnant air and also cutting off the emotions that were about to overflow from Biyao's eyes, emotions that perhaps even she herself did not understand.

"He's fine."

Lu Xueqi spoke, her gaze calmly falling on Biyao's face. Beneath that calmness was an undisguised aloofness, even... a faint, condescending scrutiny.

Her arms were still wrapped around Jiang Xiaochuan's waist, her posture unchanged, as if stating a simple fact, or as if declaring an unquestionable ownership.

The fluctuation in Biyao's eyes froze instantly, then turned into even deeper ice. She looked at Lu Xueqi, at this aloof and stunning woman who seemed untouched by the world, at her standing beside Jiang Xiaochuan with an absolutely protective posture, and at the matter-of-fact calm in her eyes.

On what grounds?

Ten years of searching, ten years of obsession, countless days and nights of torment and anticipation, all turned into a raging fire that almost consumed her reason and a sharp pain that made her heart clench the moment she saw another woman standing next to him, the moment she heard another woman say "he's fine" in that tone.

"snort."

A cold snort, full of sarcasm, escaped from Biyao's nostrils.

She stopped looking at Lu Xueqi and fixed her gaze back on Jiang Xiaochuan. Her eyes were filled with ten years of pent-up grievances, resentment, anger, and a sharp pain of betrayal.

She stopped talking.

She raised her slender hand, and on her wrist, the acacia bell moved automatically without wind, making a crisp "ding-a-ling" sound.

The bell's sound was no longer gentle and charming, but carried a sharp, soul-piercing killing intent!

At the same time, in her other hand, the white, jade-like flower with a touch of crimson at its center suddenly emitted a burst of white light!

The petals separated one by one, swirling and whistling through the air, transforming into a chilling white rain of light that swept towards Lu Xueqi, covering the sky and shooting out in a devastating burst!

Ten years of waiting, ten years of searching, countless emotions, and endless words, all ultimately culminated in this unreserved and extremely sharp strike!

Almost at the same instant the white light of the Heartbreak Flower appeared, Lu Xueqi moved.

There was no surprise, no hesitation, not even a superfluous expression.

She simply loosened her arms from around Jiang Xiaochuan's waist.

The posture was so natural, as if it were merely a temporary release of a treasure that belonged to oneself.

Then, step forward gently.

Just one step.

But at this very step, her aloof and otherworldly aura suddenly changed!

"Zheng—!"

A clear, melodious sword cry, like a dragon's roar echoing through the sky, reverberated throughout the space occupied by the sea of ​​flowers and the ancient stone gate!

The Heavenly Sword, unsheathed!

The sword light, as blue as autumn water, was not a wide-ranging sweep, but a single, condensed beam, like the first ray of dawn piercing through the ancient darkness, or like thunder from the heavens tearing through thick clouds. It carried the resolute and sharp edge to cut off and destroy everything, neither dodging nor avoiding, but heading straight towards that beautiful yet deadly rain of white flowers!

Blue and white, sword light and flower rain, collided with a thunderous roar before the gates of the ancient Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, above this boundless and magnificent sea of ​​flowers!