C80 (2/2)

Yue Yong flew very quickly, and the night wind brushed against her hair, making the weather very cold. Because her body's resistance had increased a lot due to Qi Refining, she did not chant any spells to avoid the cold, and directly charged towards the snowy plains on the peak.

That person's white clothes were much whiter than this ancient snow. The sound of his feet stepping on the snow gave her a fright, and she quickly slowed down.

Perhaps it was because this place was even quieter than the foot of the mountain. She could not even take a single step for fear of waking up something. Was this the feeling of approaching a homeland?

She took two more steps onto the snowy ground. On the cliff in front of the palace, a person dressed in white stood there silently. The wind blew through his robes, dancing along with his black hair in the darkness.

That person was the darling of the moon. Otherwise, why would he be the only one to pour the purest moonlight in the world onto his body?

Longsong stood behind the tall stone, the snow soaking her thin shoes and socks. If she could, she was willing to accompany that person for a lifetime; this feeling seemed to have long surpassed her desire to become his disciple, but she attributed it all to her own unwillingness to not succeed in becoming his disciple.

Her body began to tremble. After all, without the protection of a spell, ordinary people would not be able to withstand this kind of cold. But it was precisely because of this coldness that Changge did not want to avoid it.

The pain was indescribable.

Xiao Ziyang... These three words lingered on her lips for a while before she finally persuaded herself to rush out. She stood calmly in front of him and calmly said, ”Long time no see …”

But before she could even take a step, a small figure walked out from the palace hall. This child looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, and with a pair of bun on his head, he wore the clothes of a Qinghua disciple. With small steps, he arrived at the place where Xiao Ziyang was standing.

Master... Long Zhaoge also called out the two words, as if possessed. For many days and nights, she hoped that these two words would come out of her mouth. She only called out to Xiao Ziyang …

Master! Why are you still standing here, scared in the hall by yourself.

Xiao Ziyang's statue-like body moved, she turned and patted her disciple's head and led her hand into the hall, one tall and one short, the two of them standing in harmony under the moonlight.

At this moment, Chang Ge's heart felt as though it had been stabbed by a knife. She stumbled as she followed the two to the entrance of the hall. Not long later, the hall was lit up by candles and brightly lit.

The warmth in the hall was something she would never be able to absorb, and her pain was something they would never be able to feel.

However, when the white figure appeared at the entrance of the hall, Zhang Ge was stunned. The people at the entrance were stunned as well. Their exquisite face should have been as cold and emotionless as a thousand years ago.

Finally unable to hold it in any longer, the tears in Chang Ge's eyes fell to the ground like broken beads and quickly blended into the snow.

She wanted to escape. She didn't want this person to see her embarrassed appearance. She wanted to let him see that she was living a good life. She wanted to make him regret not taking her in as a disciple before.

But, why did everything change the moment I saw him?!

A long song! Xiao Ziyang quickly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her who was about to leave with the sword: It's really you?