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It was all my fault for practicing the Heavenly Harmony Path back then, leading me astray and causing me to miss out on you. I must redeem myself and take you under my wing.
Upon hearing this, Huang Feixiu's expression changed slightly, her anger intensifying. She ceased her words and drew her weapon. The Great Sage Weapon in her hand shone brightly as she aimed for Han Laomo's vital points.
Han Laomo was not one to back down either; his figure flickered as he engaged in battle with Huang Feixiu. In an instant, outside the mountain gate, blades flashed and energies surged. The disciples of the Hehuan Sect and Qixing Sect also joined the fray, creating a scene of extraordinary ferocity.
However intense the battle became, it could not overshadow the complex emotional entanglements behind this feud. Inside the majestic hall of Qixing Sect, Ying Ziyi looked on in astonishment, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and gossip.
She leaned closer to Ye Tian and whispered, "Tian Ge, do you think Han Laomo and Ancestor Ye had a past? You know what I mean!" Her tone was playful and speculative, as if she had already glimpsed some hidden secret.
Before she could finish her thought, Ye Tian interrupted her with a sudden sharp rebuke. His gaze was serious, his voice low yet powerful: "This is not something you can casually speculate about! The matters concerning Wanjian Sect have their own depth; do not speak carelessly."
Ying Ziyi was momentarily stunned by his words, covering her slightly reddened head with her small hand. A hint of grievance flashed in her eyes as she pouted and said in a spoiled tone, "Tian Ge, I was just asking casually! Why do you have to be so serious?"
Her voice carried a mix of playful annoyance and helplessness, resembling a pampered little girl seeking comfort.
At that moment, the disciples on the battlefield also took note of this interaction and couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Although these disciples trained diligently day by day, they were still young and filled with curiosity and awe towards the older generation in Wanjian Sect, especially those legendary figures like Ancestor Ye.
"Ancestor Ye really knows how to play!" one disciple murmured under his breath, admiration gleaming in his eyes. The others nodded in agreement, secretly speculating about the youthful exploits and stories of Ancestor Ye.
Meanwhile, Huang Feixiu and Han Laomo were locked in fierce combat beneath the vast sky. The whispers of the disciples were like ants' chatter to these powerful beings—unheard and inconsequential.
A playful smile curled at the corner of Han Laomo's mouth as he turned his gaze toward Huang Feixiu. "Huang Feixiu," he said with a chuckle, "listen to them; those young ones think we are a perfect match."
"Since that is the case, why not go along with fate? Join me, and let us merge your Qixing Sect with my Hexing Sect, how does that sound?"
Huang Feixiu, upon hearing this, intensified her assault. The light of her sword surged like a dragon, her momentum as fierce as a rainbow, clearly dismissing Han Laomo's proposal with disdain.
"Han Laomo," she coldly replied, "do not speak nonsense."
Seeing her reaction, Han Laomo let out a hearty laugh, undeterred. "Huang Feixiu, why must you be so stubborn? In this world, there are countless sects; which one can unite as powerfully as we could? Even if we don't call it Hexing Sect, we could name it Qihe Sect instead."
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