Capítulo 966: Chapter 569: The Days You Four Spent Together…
“What do you an?”
Inside the pavilion, the Sword Spirit asked.
Zhao Rong gently twirled the stem of the ‘Little Red Flower’ between his fingers, letting it spin slowly.
He lowered his gaze to the blood-red petals, his tone sowhat… uncertain:
“When I’m with her, I always feel… like I’m facing Qing Jun or Qian’er… Qing Jun or Qian’er from childhood.”
Gui pondered thoughtfully, trying to understand: “You an… the kind of companionship like childhood friends? Earlier in the relic, it did seem like there was so sort of atmosphere between you two…”
“‘This unknown obsession’ seems to indeed want to be like a sister to you, starting with giving you this little red flower, and later sending so many good things your way… it’s a bit like the companionship of childhood friends, just like when you’re with Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er, soft rice feeding, fully satisfied…”
It raised its head and sighed: “Ah, truly worthy of the Peach Blossom Sword Master.”
Zhao Rong tugged at the corner of his mouth, seeing the Sword Spirit going off on another tangent, he did not retort back as he usually would.
At this mont, he couldn’t lift his spirits.
He looked down, carefully putting away the little red flower.
Raising his hand, he rubbed his face, which seed optimized and refined—Zhao Rong still felt a tide of illusory surrealism lingering in his heart.
A woman of obsession, lingering in ancient relics for who knows how many years, waiting for countless visitors;
A mythical journey experienced within the mysterious Wangque City relic;
And an extraordinary rebirth and brand-new appearance experienced within the Dragon Coffin…
All of it carried a dream-like mythical feeling, especially that transparent woman.
Was she… truly a living existence?
Or was she just like a pre-set program, left in the relic, quietly waiting for the right person to co in a thousand years?
Was this mythical journey he experienced all just an illusion?
Where was any ‘soaring with the immortals, embracing the moon forever’, clearly from start to finish, it was only him, the woman was rely a wisp of air, an obsession.
And could this unknown woman’s persistent obsession truly represent her?
Could he, after finally letting go, bring back the ‘settled intention’ to her true heart?
Or… had she died countless years ago?
Zhao Rong suddenly felt a blockage in his heart, an unspeakable suffocation.
“Hey Zhao Rong, what’s wrong? Why is your mood so low?”
The Sword Spirit withdrew its gaze from his Heart Lake.
Zhao Rong suddenly looked up, “Gui, let ask you sothing.”
Gui: “Before asking soone else, Young Master Zhao, please add a ‘please’.”
Zhao Rong ignored its quibble, directly saying: “Do you think the mistress of this obsession was stronger before you fell?”
The Sword Spirit paused, then said unhurriedly: “Why are you asking this?”
Zhao Rong shook his head, “Answer my question.”
Gui seed to think for a mont, then ambiguously said: “About the sa, I guess.”
“About the sa ans how much difference? Who’s lacking compared to whom?”
Gui smirked, casually saying: “Roughly sixty-forty.”
Zhao Rong nodded, sowhat understanding.
Gui couldn’t help but explain: “Of course the sixty is . However, those born among the wild races of the Ancient Mythological Era were indeed formidable, many journeyed to the stars… on this point, it’s indeed hard for descendants to compare.”
The Sword Spirit inexplicably sighed softly, “Order and unity may bring peace and prosperity, but only chaos and conflict can birth true strength.”
Zhao Rong continued nodding, without replying.
The proud and face-saving Sword Spirit saying sixty-forty, in actuality was certainly at least fifty-fifty without a doubt.
Moreover, it unnecessarily emphasized that the figures from the Ancient Mythological Era were stronger than those of the sa level in the peaceful era of later generations…
Seeing Zhao Rong not speaking, the Sword Spirit felt inexplicably irked, impatiently saying: “Hey, why are you asking all this?”
Zhao Rong glanced at the bronze tripod on the pavilion’s inner table, then looked up at the massive pale golden tripod floating above the distant mountain peak.
He asked, “So how long have you been alive?”
Gui coldly replied: “Why do you care, I’ll always outlive you by a bit anyway.”
Sword Master and Sword Spirit, sharing weal and woe, it being said to outlive Zhao Rong a little was not wrong.
Zhao Rong nodded, suddenly saying, “Even you can stubbornly live this long, then… I believe she should still be there, perhaps… living as another form of existence, just like your Sword Spirit state.”
So there’s always a chance to et again.
Stubbornly living???
Gui nodded, sincerely saying: “Thank you, I’m offended.”
But Zhao Rong didn’t reply.
He had spaced out again…
Zhao Rong stood silently in the pavilion for a long ti.
Seemingly coming back to his senses.
Turning, he surveyed the pavilion’s setup, silently committing it to mory.
He would return again.
Zhao Rong touched the small red flower in his embrace, silently mouthing a sentence, turning to leave.
“Hey, you brat!”
Suddenly, a man’s voice ca from outside the pavilion.
Zhao Rong turned back.
At the nearby crossroads, a man with a completely green body stood holding a sword, laughing heartily as he looked at him.
“You brat, had looking for you everywhere! Why are you so… sought after?”
Li Bai’s tone was both joyous and plaintive, struggling to find words before finally coming up with ‘sought after’ to describe it.
The man strode into the pavilion, carefully sizing up the new Zhao Rong.
Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Rong thought for a mont, looked at him, and earnestly said, “You are?”
Li Bai: “……”
He glanced at Zhao Rong, who was feigning ignorance, scratching his stubbly chin, mumbling as he surveyed him: “Eh, this kid hasn’t forgotten, has he? Then what about the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-one Spirit Stones he owes , and the eighteen jars of East City Drunk Sword Immortal’s signature Immortal Wine…”
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