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This had been discussed among them some time ago, and due to their severe injuries, they had missed Mu Qing's funeral. Shen Tong gazed out the window at Yulong Snow Mountain, instinctively brushing her fingers lightly over her Right Eye.
"What's wrong? Are you still not used to it?" Lin Mingchang approached and draped his arm over Shen Tong's shoulder.
"Sometimes," Shen Tong replied with a faint smile. "Occasionally, I subconsciously want to use my Right Eye to sense the aura, but now..."
Ever since that night when the Rakshasa Bird burst forth and sealed the Guixu Gate, her Right Eye had miraculously returned to normal. At the same time, she had completely lost the ability of Guan Sha, a power she had possessed since birth that had now vanished without a trace. This left Shen Tong feeling both relieved and somewhat lost.
The next morning, they carried offerings along the Bai Sha Ancient Road to the foot of Yulong Snow Mountain. As dawn broke, the sky was a clear blue, and the distant snow peaks shimmered with silver light. Liang Qingsong led the way as they turned through a grove of ancient pines and arrived at a gentle hillside.
The view here was expansive; they could gaze out over the entire Lijiang Ancient Town and admire the majestic Jade Dragon Thirteen Peaks. Mu Qing was buried here, marked by a simple stone tablet standing beneath a pine tree, inscribed in Naxi Dongba Script with his name and dates of birth and death.
The group stood silently before Mu Qing's grave, each lost in their own thoughts. In Shen Tong's memory, many fragments of that night had become blurred. She recalled Mu Qing's final moments—his bloodied figure charging toward her through the swirling snow, wielding a curved blade that glinted coldly as it severed the ropes binding her.
Fang Zigui stepped forward and placed several offerings along with a bowl of wine at the grave. Lin Mingchang lit several incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner before the tomb. The group clasped their hands together in silent mourning.
"Mu Qing," Shen Tong whispered softly, "thank you. We will never, ever forget you."
A mountain breeze swept through, causing the pine needles to rustle softly. For a fleeting moment, Shen Tong thought she saw Mu Qing standing atop the snow-capped mountain, waving at her. Behind him loomed a vague shadow, enormous wings unfurling before vanishing in an instant.
Shen Tong closed her eyes and opened them again, only to find everything had vanished. She knew it might just be her imagination, or perhaps a farewell from another world.
On the third day after paying respects to Mu Qing, Lin Mingchang and Fang Zigui rose early, each harboring their own thoughts. A few days prior, they had informed Mr. Liang Qingsong of their plans and asked for his help in finding a skilled Old Silversmith in Lijiang Ancient Town.
With careful design from both of them, the Old Silversmith crafted two exceptionally unique rings. One ring was engraved with a soaring Rakshasa Bird, while the other was shaped like a delicate Small Camera, exquisite in detail.
On this day, in Mr. Liang Qingsong's courtyard, under the witness of Mr. Liang and the specially invited Mu Fude, they each proposed to their beloved girls. Following this, at Liang Qingsong's suggestion, the four decided to hold a simple wedding in Lijiang.
This ancient city bore witness to their shared lives and would become the starting point of their new journey together. Three days after the lively wedding, the four packed their bags and prepared to return to Spring City. However, before leaving Lijiang, they decided to make one last visit to Yuqian Temple to bid farewell to the Wuchen Mage who had once guided them.
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