Ah Dai’s entire body shook as he suddenly sat up from the bed. Cherish those who are alive—I must cherish those who are alive. Bing is dead, Girl is dead, but the one I love most, Yue Yue, is still alive! Yue Yue likes , she truly likes . No matter what, her affection for must be deeper than her feelings for Ba Bu Yi. I can’t disappoint her anymore. I must treasure her, treasure the chance to be with her. Yes, I cannot keep avoiding it. I have to cherish Yue Yue. I have to be with Yue Yue. At this mont, amidst the endless pain in Ah Dai’s heart, a sudden revelation dawned upon him. He finally understood the true aning of the six words Harry had told him. He murmured to himself, "Yue Yue, I want to be with you. Regardless of whether you still bla , regardless of how you feel right now, I want to be with you. You are mine, and I won’t let anyone else have you. You are mine." The red paper in his hand disintegrated into countless butterflies under his powerful True Qi, scattering into the air. Ah Dai leapt out of bed, his eyes radiating an unprecedented determination. The thought of being with Xuan Yue completely consud his mind.
"With the Dragon’s Blood as the key, open up, doorway to ti and space." A set of blue gorgeous samurai armor floated out from the Dragon’s Blood and landed in his hand. Gently stroking the lightweight and soft material, Ah Dai’s eyes revealed a trace of tenderness. This was the outfit Xuan Yue had bought for him back when she disguised herself as Xuan Re. He still rembered clearly how Xuan Yue had said this blue samurai outfit complented her blue hair perfectly. Ah Dai removed his tattered commoner’s clothing and dressed himself in the blue samurai outfit. The tailored garnt accentuated his tall and imposing figure. At that mont, Ah Dai felt as though the inferiority complex in his heart had dissipated with the change of clothing. He was no longer the forr commoner Ah Dai. He was now a Sword Saint capable of being worthy of Yue Yue. Clenching his fists tightly, he muttered to himself, "Yue Yue, wait for . I will never let you marry soone else. You are my bride and only mine." Moving his body slightly to feel the resilience of the blue attire, he turned and left the room. He quickly approached the counter where he had settled his previous bill. The attendant behind the counter looked at the transford Ah Dai and hesitated for a mont before smiling and saying, "Sir, you look truly majestic in this outfit!"
The attendant’s words encouraged Ah Dai. He gave a faint smile and replied, "I am heading to find my wife, so of course, I must dress properly. May I ask, how many days are left until November 1st?"
The attendant paused for a mont and then answered, "Why? Are you planning to attend the Red Bishop’s wedding? I’m afraid it will be too late. Tomorrow is November 1st already. From here to the Divine Mountain of the Holy Church, the journey takes roughly four or five days. At this point, there’s less than a day remaining. Even if you could fly, I doubt you would make it in ti."
Upon hearing her reply, Ah Dai’s entire body trembled. He cried out in shock, "What? Tomorrow is November 1st?" Yes, indeed! He had spent eight long days training here, and now it was ti for November. Tomorrow... Tomorrow Yue Yue would be married. No, it couldn’t happen. It mustn’t happen. I must rush to the Divine Mountain of the Holy Church to stop this. With this thought, Ah Dai could no longer suppress the urgency in his heart. Overflowing with deep love for Xuan Yue, he suddenly dashed out of the inn, heedless of the astonished gazes from the people around him. He soared into the sky, heading at full speed toward the direction of the Divine Mountain of the Holy Church.
In the Holy Church, inside the Temple of Light, the Pope paced back and forth. Before him, Xuan Ye and his family stood respectfully.
"Yue Yue, tomorrow is November 1st. Do you really intend to marry Ba Bu Yi? Your grandfather knows that you love Ah Dai. The ssage from Mang Siu the Priest confird that he is sowhere within the Empire of Sunset City. As long as you say the word, your grandfather will mobilize all of the Holy Church’s powers to find him for you. Yue Yue, you shouldn’t play gas with your own happiness."
The calm expression on Xuan Yue’s face wavered slightly. She gently shook her head and said, "No, Grandfather. Since I’ve already decided to marry Ba Bu Yi, I won’t change my mind. You don’t need to persuade anymore. I know what I’m doing. Ah Dai doesn’t trust at all, nor does he cherish . How could he compare to the unwavering love Ba Bu Yi has for ? I believe Ba Bu Yi is my best choice."
The Pope stared firmly at his granddaughter, frowning. "Are you speaking from your heart? I cannot believe that in such a short ti, you can truly transfer your feelings for Ah Dai to Ba Bu Yi."
Xuan Ye interjected respectfully, "Father, who Yue Yue wishes to marry is her own choice. Ba Bu Yi is actually a good candidate. Yue Yue marrying him should lead to a happy life. Why must you..." He had always had a favorable impression of Ba Bu Yi. Although he, too, worried his daughter might not genuinely wish to marry Ba Bu Yi, he believed that through the bond of marriage, Ba Bu Yi would use his deep love to truly win her heart. He disagreed with his father’s opposition; the wedding was set for tomorrow, all the guests had already arrived, and the Holy Church’s proclamations had spread across the continent. Now, even if she wanted to change her mind, it would be too late.
The Pope sighed deeply, seeming to age all at once. He waved his hand and said, "You may all leave. Tomorrow’s wedding, I will offer my blessings. Yue Yue, as the Holy Church’s Red Robe Priest, tomorrow’s wedding will be imnsely grand. Rest early today. Grandfather hopes you can be the most beautiful bride."
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