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With the sound of a long sword piercing through the air, the previously lively scene fell silent in an instant. The crowd, who had been cheering enthusiastically, was momentarily stunned, wondering why Jiang Anbo had suddenly dropped his sword and what had just transpired.
Only Gu Ping, who understood everything, shook his head slightly, thinking to himself three words:
Why bother?
That sword severed their connection; from now on, they would be strangers.
As Chu Yunxiang withdrew the Willow Sword from Jiang Anbo's chest, blood gushed forth like a fountain, causing Jiang Anbo's face to turn even paler.
Tan Siyuan, who was advancing, saw Jiang Anbo extend his leg to stop him. Leaning on the Blazing Sword, he slowly made his way to the edge of the arena, clutching his wound with one hand while turning to look at Chu Yunxiang's back, wanting to say something.
Bu Luo stood by silently, unable to utter a word as he walked beside Tan Siyuan in the Eastern Arena.
Sigh...
A thousand words condensed into a long sigh; from now on, he was him and I was me.
If only I had known earlier, why did it have to come to this?
Gu Ping seized the opportunity to approach and deliberately sprinkled salt on Jiang Anbo's wound. Seeing Jiang Anbo's despondent expression and Tan Siyuan's suppressed gloominess beside him, Gu Ping quickly distanced himself. If those two were to clash again, he certainly didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire.
The Great Chu Family awaited the arrival of everyone for the upcoming battle.
With a delicate sword in hand, though lacking in overwhelming power, she displayed the grace and charm befitting a noble lineage. Her presence was captivating, evoking admiration from all who beheld her. Such a woman, with a softness akin to flowing water, was indeed rare, and the crowd could not help but express their awe.
Meanwhile, as the host, Hong Ling embodied the concerns of a woman. In the Arena, tables were set up for a feast from all directions. It was unclear when the Eastern Person would arrive, but preparations were made to transport the earlier arrangements by the lakeside into the misty clouds. From this elevated vantage point, guests could enjoy the battles below while indulging in wine, fruits, ink, paper, and jade flutes, providing entertainment for all.
This scene truly resembled an otherworldly paradise, reminiscent of ancient tales.
Wasn't the young master supposed to be here? Among those present, few would dare question his absence.
Han Yu had somehow made his way over. It seemed that Mr. Hong and Yin Tianheng had already discussed matters; otherwise, Han Yu's nature would not have compelled him to seek out Gu Ping.
There was no rush; at least fifty people were present. A battle would likely last two hours at minimum, and there could be two or three matches in a day. Whether the young master was high-spirited or not was inconsequential; he would surely take center stage.
The young master seemed increasingly charming now, quite unlike his former self.
Han Yu covered his face with a smile, leaving Gu Ping with a feeling akin to being enveloped in spring breezes, reminiscent of their first meeting.
Who could have imagined that remnants of light would appear in the Spring Pavilion?
Who could have foreseen that the young man burdened by his own brilliance would find himself in the Spring Pavilion?
Spring arrives and departs; flowers bloom and wither. Many things may seem subtle but are often destined to happen.
At that time, Gu Ping was desperately evading the pursuit of others, hiding and seeking a way to survive amidst the conflict between the Great Jin, the Yang Clan, and the Jade Void Sect.
Han Yu, on the other hand, had thrown himself into the chaos of the mortal world, seeking vengeance against the ruthless leg that had annihilated the Yaoguang Sect.
A gloomy young man, a lonely woman, and a chance encounter.
One freed from sorrow, another no longer alone—a perfect meeting.
As he watched a somewhat disheveled figure leap onto the stage, Gu Ping couldn't help but wonder if he had not met Yang Yan, Pei Xiaoxiao, or Liu Lao Jiu. Would he also be like that person before him, scruffy and begging somewhere?
Gasping, how could there be so many "what ifs"?
Jade Void Sect, Shepherd, please enlighten me, Chu Girl.
Upon hearing the words "Jade Void Sect" and the name "Shepherd," Gu Ping perked up, eager to take this opportunity to gauge the depth of that young man named Yi Dong.
Could he be a descendant of that Old Man? He wondered if he had inherited that guy's talent. Mu Yangxu had once been an invincible figure in Fei Tian Dong, even after Yin Tianheng's disappearance.
Gu Ping thought to himself as he glanced at Hong Ling, who seemed to be inquiring about news.
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