Yi Lin smiled,
watching the sword that could freeze everything, slashing towards him.
No dodge,
no avoidance.
Xia Ruxue only felt darkness before her eyes.
In that instant, she couldn't explain what her feelings were.
Surprise? Scare? Doubt? Anger? Excitement? Joy?
She didn't know.
She couldn't understand...
Xia Ruxue only felt that when the man before her, who resembled her senior brother who died a hundred years ago, softly called her "Junior Sister" with that familiar smile, her Dao heart that she had steadfastly guarded for a hundred years seemed to have been struck by a hammer, collapsing with a crash.
A crumbling noise like a collapsing building echoed in her ears.
No,
it's impossible.
You can't be Senior Brother!
Senior Brother died a long time ago!
A hundred years ago, Senior Brother died right in front of me!
But in that dream,
in the dream,
Senior Brother said that one day, he would reappear before her riding on a rainbow cloud.
