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CBGC - ch80.2
🕑 Added 2022-09-10 04:55:34 +0000 UTCAfter saying that, she regrets it a little. If she didn't die, Wei Yun wouldn't die!
Su Lijiang is sitting upright and looking straight ahead. Then he looks up a fraction and unenthusiastically sweeps a glance over her. After a long silence, he replies, "Yes."
He used to have some doubts, but the breath of Wei Yun's soul in the ring made him ignore it. Wei Yun had been wearing that ring for decades, so it’s only natural that it has traces of her. Now that his cultivation is higher, he realizes that the ring that he previously thought was useless is not so simple.
To say the least, he is now at the late stages of the Nascent Soul period, and his consciousness even far surpasses his cultivation, yet he still can't determine what the ring is made of, and what grade it is.
She is too different from Wei Yun in his memories.
He used to think that after growing old, one’s heart would turn good. Later, he would think that good and evil had nothing to do with age. Just like Gu Fengyang, he lived for so many years, but when the end of his life was approaching, the ugliest malice within humanity emerged, all for the sake of immortality.
Back in the Wuliang Sect, she was so miserable. When she was scrambling to flee, she still did not forget to call out to him, telling him not to give up and to live well.
She is not Wei Yun.
Truly not his former heart demon. He fell into his own demons, but the one who caused all of these had long died of old age.
This one is just a pitiful, innocent person that got caught in the middle, but if one speaks of the pitiful...
The corners of Su Lijiang’s mouth draw back into a sneer. He has a cold expression, there’s no warmth in his smile. This prevents Su Tingyun from daring to make a sound.
Su Lijiang's gaze shifts to Su Tingyun’s hand again.
She immediately knows what he’s looking at. This ring is Su Lijiang’s family heirloom. Back then, it was given to Wei Yun, his savior, as if this ring is something normal. Obviously, it’s not ordinary, and it has repeatedly saved Su Tingyun’s life.
But what if Su Lijiang wants it back?
This ring is different from the jade bracelet. The jade bracelet recognizes her as Master, so she can use it anytime and anywhere. If she injects her Divine Sense into the ring, there’s no response at all. It’s only when her life is at stake that slivers of coolness would come out. So it does not recognize her as its Master.
Maybe it's because it's an heirloom. Maybe it must be in Su Lijiang's hands for this ring to really show what it can do? With that in mind —and although she's a little reluctant to part with it— the other party has saved her many times, and the ring has saved her countless more. If Su Lijiang wants it back, she has no reason to refuse at all.
She isn’t so thick-skinned that she would refuse.
Thinking of this, Su Tingyun could only say, "This ring is your family heirloom. You can take it back."
She can’t take it off by herself, so she stretches her hand in front of Su Lijiang.
After the purification from the Pill Fire, the hands that have been tempered along with her body are no longer as rough and ugly as before. Su Tingyun is now taller, her fingers are minutely longer. The bone joints are not as thick as they used to be. They are slender, white, and soft. Looking at these hands alone, others will definitely think that they are a pair of beautiful hands.
Lovely white hands, fingers like scallion.
"This is inside the Kunlun Divine Tree." Su Lijiang's says lightly, his eyes moving away from her hand.
His own hand softly brushes the weeping branches, and his expression is a little gentler, "This is the Heart of the Divine Tree."
It turns out that the phantom-like little tree is the Heart.
"The Kunlun Divine Tree has recognized me as its Master. It says that you have cut off two of its branches." Su Lijiang speaks in a moderate tone. He glances at the ring again, but he doesn’t say more.
Su Lijiang's speaks calmly and his voice doesn’t fluctuate at all, but his words still makes Su Tingyun break out in a cold sweat.
Now the Tree is complaining to its Master!
