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He was taken aback; he recognized the Blue Paper Crane. It was a gift from Bai Su when he first entered the Tianshan Sect. Over the years, he had never dared to use it, yet he wondered who could possibly have the ability to activate his Blue Paper Crane.
He reached out and took the Blue Paper Crane in his hand. The blue crane shimmered with a soft glow, resembling a clear spring; the light rippled gently, and amidst the shifting shadows, he heard a familiar voice: "Lan Xibai, do whatever you wish. I knew all along that Ke Yan'er couldn't change anything because I am you, and you are me. No one understands better than I do what I have clung to for Three Hundred Years. But before that, I have something to ask Master."
"Zi Heng, it's Zi Heng... You... you can ask whatever you want," Bai Su stammered, staring at the blue crane, her eyes swirling with complex emotions.
A gentle laughter spread through the blue light. The moment Zhenren Bai Su called his name, Lan Xibai already had his answer; it turned out that Master still recognized him as her disciple: "No need to ask; I already know the answer. Master, please proceed. This time, do not hold back. I would rather vanish completely than live in solitude as a half-demon, half-ghost... In truth, these Three Hundred Years have not brought me any joy. I fear becoming a demon again, but more than that, I dread eternal loneliness."
"Alright, I promise you; I won't hold back."
Bai Su nodded with difficulty; she understood her disciple's nature better than anyone else. Even though everyone had given up on him, she couldn't bring herself to abandon him.
In her heart, Lan Xibai would always be that boy whose eyes curved like crescent moons when he smiled.
"Before you act, there is one more thing I wish to request. Ke Yan'er's grandmother is in grave danger; I hope that after Three Hundred Years, Master can lend a hand."
"Alright, I promise you that too."
"No! I disagree!" Yue Keyan shouted suddenly and then began to curse at the blue crane, tears filling her eyes and her voice breaking: "Lan Xibai, you bastard! What will I do if you die? You haven't even given me the antidote!"
She burst into tears, her shoulders trembling slightly. "If I had known that your so-called change of fate would turn out like this, I wouldn't have wanted your help! How can you bully me like this? Boohoo... Bastard! You said you'd take care of me; how can you just leave me behind?"
"Ke Yan'er, I'm sorry. I didn't poison you; indeed, I've been using you from the very beginning. However, if I die now, you won't meet me after Three Hundred Years."
Lan Xibai seemed to sigh, his voice carrying an endless sense of regret. "If there is a next life, I will repay what I owe you... Master, please make your move. I... have no regrets now..."
Do you really have no regrets?
Then why, in this final moment, did he think of that girl who dressed as a boy, muttering to herself in the backyard of the Lin Residence?
...
"Ke Yan, you're awake?"
"What is this... our home?"
Yue Keyan looked around in a daze, confusion evident in her eyes, until her gaze settled on Little Mouse's face. "How did I end up at home? I was not...?" She had been atop Tianshan three hundred years ago.
"Oh, you went to the Lin Residence to perform some tricks and ended up being exposed by the two elders of the Lin family. The housekeeper threw you out, and in a fit of anger, you fainted."
Little Mouse stuck out her tongue, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "But don’t worry, I didn’t tell Grandma that you went out to con people again!"
"Uh, how is Grandma doing?"
"Ke Yan, have you forgotten?"
Little Mouse curiously touched Yue Keyan's forehead as if checking for a fever. "A few days ago, a handsome guy named Zi Shao came to our house. He said he was sent by Uncle Bai Su to treat Grandma. Thanks to his care, Grandma has already recovered!"
Little Mouse squinted, as if recalling something. "Right, that handsome brother seems to know the Sword Immortal from the Tianshan Sect. I saw them meet at the market, and those White-Clad Sword Immortals treated him with great respect!"
"Bai Su... Hmph, I actually remember now..."
Yue Keyan slowly closed her eyes, a tear quietly sliding down her cheek, as if carrying endless longing and sorrow...
Lan Xibai, you only know that I won't meet you again after three hundred years, but you forget that my memories remain; time has not taken them away from me...
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