Although Jiang Weiqing had only casually sent out a sword aura without even drawing his sword, the force was fierce and overwhelming! Qiao Xuan was fully concentrated, but blocking it wasn’t easy. To his dismay, Jiang Weiqing wasn’t done yet—he even attempted to probe him with his true qi!

Oh, for heaven’s sake!

His actions were calculated and swift. If I didn’t know him so well and wasn’t prepared, I would have been caught off guard today!

Qiao Xuan silently cursed in his heart, but his face showed only anxiety and unease as he stammered, “Did… did I do something wrong…?”

Jiang Weiqing gripped his wrist tightly, his gaze lingering on Qiao Xuan’s face.

The youth had a strikingly handsome appearance. At this moment, he looked utterly bewildered and apprehensive, staring at Jiang Weiqing without daring to move. His lips were slightly pursed, tinged with a sense of grievance and confusion.

He looked… perfectly normal.

After a moment, Jiang Weiqing released his grip, his voice gentle as he said, “Your sword technique is skillful, and your true qi flows smoothly. Your fundamentals are solid, though your sword energy could be more condensed. If it were, you would have been able to block that last strike more easily.”

Ha, such a considerate senior indeed.

Qiao Xuan put on a grateful expression. “Thank you for your guidance, Sword Sovereign.”

Jiang Weiqing nodded slightly. “In the coming days, feel free to seek my advice anytime.”

As Jiang Weiqing turned to leave, Qiao Xuan finally relaxed his tense nerves.

Watching Jiang Weiqing’s departing figure, Qiao Xuan couldn’t help but smirk. Now that I’m aware of your moves and remain hidden, I refuse to believe you can see through me.

After all, we were once bonded as dao companions for an entire lifetime. I’ve learned a thing or two about being careful, haven’t I? But today’s success wasn’t just luck—it was all thanks to the Dayan Creation Technique that Master taught me. Not only did it replicate the true qi of Guiyuan Sword Sect, but it also forged a fake sword core within my dantian!

If it can fool Jiang Weiqing’s probing, it can pass for the real thing… When truth and falsehood blur, who can say this isn’t a genuine sword core?

This technique is truly miraculous, capable of mimicking any kind of true qi or spiritual power. The more I think about it, the more incredible it seems—Master must be an exceptionally powerful figure…

Having passed Jiang Weiqing’s test, no one dared to question Qiao Xuan any further.

Qiao Xuan continued to follow the other disciples, though he knew he couldn’t stay with Guiyuan Sword Sect for too long. The sooner he reached the Yunhai Celestial Palace and found the Shanhai Map to escape to the mortal world, the better!

As for Jiang Weiqing’s earlier offer, Qiao Xuan had no intention of taking him up on it. There was no way he’d go to Jiang Weiqing for advice again! Once was lucky; too many times would surely lead to mistakes. But Wū Zǐmò and the other Guiyuan Sword Sect disciples looked on with envy.

Wū Zǐmò approached him, his tone a mix of jealousy and admiration. “I’ve never seen Sword Sovereign so eager to mentor a junior before.”

Qiao Xuan smiled slightly. “Perhaps it’s because I’m the only junior he has.”

Although that guy seems all high and mighty, I’m the only newly ascended disciple of Guiyuan Sword Sect in the last thousand years. Of course, I’m the youngest, haha!

Wū Zǐmò shook his head repeatedly, sincerely advising Qiao Xuan, “In the Celestial Realm, strength reigns supreme. Sword Sovereign is an Upper Deity, so naturally, he’s our senior! I won’t hold it against you, but don’t say things like that to others—it might cause trouble…”

Qiao Xuan nodded—he understood. This was a warning not to upset Jiang Weiqing’s fans.

Wū Zǐmò seemed quite devoted to Jiang Weiqing, and not only was he a good-natured fanboy, but he was also kind-hearted. What a nice guy.

“Thank you, Senior Brother, for the advice. I’ll keep it in mind,” Qiao Xuan said earnestly.

In no time, they reached the Celestial Palace.

Qiao Xuan squinted as he looked up. The palace stood high among the clouds, its grand white jade gates towering a hundred meters tall. Surrounded by swirling immortal mist, the palace exuded an overwhelming aura of celestial grandeur… Qiao Xuan had only seen scenes like this in movies before, but now that he was here, it was truly awe-inspiring!

With celestial beings gathering from all around, the event was a spectacular occasion.

Qiao Xuan was so engrossed in the sight that he lagged behind the group. Wū Zǐmò flew alongside him, equally moved, and excitedly shared some gossip with Qiao Xuan as they flew.

“Did you see those monks over there?” Wū Zǐmò said. “They’re from the Western Extreme Buddhist Sect, which is usually quite aloof, but even they showed up today. It seems Emperor Hualan’s influence is unmatched… I’ve heard they recently found a Pure Buddha Child, someone the entire Buddhist Sect treasures like a gem. It’s a shame the Buddha Child isn’t here today, or we’d get to see him too…”

Qiao Xuan glanced at the monks ahead, all dressed in gray and white robes, exuding a dignified and solemn air. They were living Buddhas, and Qiao Xuan couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence.

Wū Zǐmò turned back to Qiao Xuan and nudged him again. “Look over there—those are the yao immortals from Liuguang Palace. The woman leading them is Palace Master Mi Yun, a high god who’s lived for over ten thousand years. Her true form is the Seven-Colored Glimmer Feathered Divine Bird. The yao immortals from Liuguang Palace all come from different animals that have cultivated their spirits. They’re quite unique here in the Celestial Realm.”

Qiao Xuan looked over and indeed saw a group of strikingly handsome men and women, some dressed in peach-colored robes, others adorned with feathered headdresses, each showcasing their distinct yao immortal traits. The leading woman was stunningly beautiful, with a captivating allure yet an air of nobility that set her apart from any mortal beauty.

As they strolled and chatted, the yao immortals were greeted courteously by other celestial beings. Though they were yao, they were treated as equals, showing that the yao immortals understood the importance of unity. They were much better off as their own faction rather than serving as mere spirit beasts for other deities.

If I had known there was a faction like this in the Celestial Realm, I wouldn’t have pretended to be a Guiyuan Sword Sect disciple—what a missed opportunity…

“The ones who just passed are Northern Star Deity and Rainfall Star Deity from the Star Pavilion. I’ve heard that Northern Star Deity is a close friend of Emperor Hualan’s and loves a good gathering, so it’s no surprise he’s here…” Wū Zǐmò continued, “And those daoists over there are from Chongming Dao Sect. Even their sect leader Chongming Daoist showed up today…”

Qiao Xuan was stunned, not by the emperor’s influence but by Wū Zǐmò’s vast knowledge of these figures. This guy is like a walking encyclopedia!

And the best part is he loves to talk. Just by following him around for a bit, Qiao Xuan almost learned half of the Celestial Realm’s key players…

Up ahead, Jiang Weiqing had already reached the palace gate. Suddenly, a streak of starlight flashed across the sky. Amid twinkling stars, a woman dressed in purple appeared at the gate.

Because Qiao Xuan was far behind, he couldn’t clearly see the woman’s face, only catching a glimpse of her profile. Yet even that fleeting silhouette was unforgettable among the gathered celestials…

The woman stood beside Jiang Weiqing, smiling as she spoke to him, and the two entered the palace together.

Wū Zǐmò stopped in his tracks, staring longingly as he said in awe, “The Goddess Ruohua is here too…”

That name sounds familiar… Where have I heard it before?

Wū Zǐmò spoke with pride, “To have the Goddess’s favor, Sword Sovereign truly deserves to be the most promising deity!”

Qiao Xuan finally remembered—he had heard the other Guiyuan Sword Sect disciples gossiping earlier. They mentioned that even the Celestial Realm’s most beautiful woman, Goddess Ruohua, admired their Sword Sovereign, and they were all proud as if she liked them instead…

Tsk tsk, back in Dongchong Prefecture, Jiang Weiqing was already quite popular, with countless female cultivators admiring him. However, Jiang Weiqing always shielded Qiao Xuan from these matters, handling everything so well that no rivals ever crossed his path. So, there was no need to worry about such things back then… Even until the moment of Qiao Xuan’s death, Jiang Weiqing had been a flawless dao companion.

Unfortunately, they weren’t meant to be together—separated by the chasm between the mortal and celestial realms.

And Jiang Weiqing chose to kill him.

Reflecting on the scene just now of Goddess Ruohua entering the palace with Jiang Weiqing, Qiao Xuan had to agree with Wū Zǐmò’s assessment—they indeed made a stunning pair, like a match made in heaven. Now that Jiang Weiqing was an Upper Deity, finding a dao companion like Goddess Ruohua was fitting.

That way, they could be together for the long haul.

Without ending up like me.

Wū Zǐmò sighed, “Sword Sovereign and the Goddess are truly a perfect match…”

Qiao Xuan sincerely agreed, “Only a beauty like the Goddess is worthy of our Sword Sovereign!”

Wū Zǐmò was thrilled, “Right, right! You think so too, don’t you?”

Qiao Xuan nodded with a smile.

Of course! I was still a bit worried that Jiang Weiqing might come after me, but now that he’s basking in success and has a goddess like Ruohua admiring him, living the dream, why would he bother with a dead, mediocre ex-dao companion like me? This is great news!

Ruohua’s presence reassured Qiao Xuan. Jiang Weiqing likely had no interest in him anymore—he was just overthinking!

Qiao Xuan and Wū Zǐmò entered Yunhai Celestial Palace together. As they stepped through the gates, the scenery transformed before their eyes, revealing a magnificent inner realm. The palace was adorned with resplendent jade pavilions, luxurious and dazzling beyond words. Compared to this, the mortal realm’s imperial palaces seemed like mere hovels.

Goddess Ruohua had disappeared, but Jiang Weiqing was still inside, waiting for them.

Soon, an attendant arrived to guide them. As a major celestial sect, Guiyuan Sword Sect was given its courtyard, spacious enough to accommodate all of them comfortably. Qiao Xuan even had his room, finally free from sharing with others.

He closed the door and scanned the lavishly decorated room. The floor was paved with jade, a table held white jade plates filled with celestial fruits and pastries, and in the middle was a bed. Qiao Xuan threw himself onto the bed, which was soft as a cloud, and nearly teared up with gratitude.

It had been three years since he last slept in such a comfortable bed!

Qiao Xuan beckoned with a hand, and a celestial fruit flew into his grasp from the table. He casually popped a grape into his mouth.

Indeed, this is the life I was meant to live!

Emperor Hualan certainly knows how to live and has the wealth to match. Even the guest courtyards are so luxurious. I love generous people like him—now I can enjoy myself here and find the Shanhai Map to return to the mortal realm. Coming here was the right choice!

…

Jiang Weiqing also returned to his room. His quarters were identical to Qiao Xuan’s, but he didn’t even glance at the celestial fruits or wine on the table. Instead, he sat cross-legged, his expression calm as he closed his eyes. His long lashes cast faint shadows on his face as his expression grew thoughtful.

That newly ascended disciple today… Though his appearance bore no resemblance to his Ah Xuan, he somehow reminded him of him…

His Ah Xuan…

Seven hundred years ago, he had been merely a mortal. When he accidentally embarked on the path of cultivation and caught a glimpse of the Dao, he realized this was his lifelong pursuit—his purpose for existence.

His life was not meant to be confined to one world, nor was he meant to bow to the whims of fate.

So, he left behind his homeland, his status, his family, and everything he knew, leaving the familiar for the unknown lands of Dongchong Prefecture to start anew.

He would rise to greater heights, facing countless obstacles along the way, but he would never let anything stop him.

His sword intent was to move forward without hesitation.

Guiyuan Sword Sect was merely the first step on his journey toward the supreme Dao.

On the day he first ascended the celestial mountain, as a mortal entering the sect late in life, personally brought back by Sect Master Feng Hong, Jiang Weiqing attracted much attention. Standing alone, he faced the scrutinizing eyes of many, yet he remained unflinching.

Here were flying cultivators, spirits and demons, celestial arts, and a world utterly unfamiliar to him.

Cultivation sought the Dao, but the Dao was indifferent.

Countless people sought immortality, but cultivation resources were limited. Jiang Weiqing was not naive.

He entered the sect late, with no backing except Sect Master Feng Hong’s favor. His path was bound to be difficult.

He was prepared to face any challenge.

As long as he had his sword, no one could stand in his way.

Within three months of joining, he entered the Dao through the sword, securing his place as the sect master’s disciple, silencing those who had doubted him.

But the path of immortality was lonely and fraught with peril—this was only the beginning…

One day, as Jiang Weiqing was practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard, a lively young boy suddenly appeared before him.

The boy had a striking appearance, dressed in fine clothes with jade ornaments hanging from his waist. In a sect full of cultivators, he looked more like a wealthy young master, or perhaps a proud peacock. His beautiful almond eyes gleamed with curiosity and mischief as he examined Jiang Weiqing, like a child discovering something amusing and novel. His entire demeanor screamed, “troublemaker.”

Here comes the trouble.

Jiang Weiqing’s expression remained calm as he waited for the boy to make his move.

The boy stepped forward, standing a bit shorter than Jiang Weiqing. To appear more imposing, he puffed out his chest and raised his chin, declaring loudly, “So, you’re the new disciple my dad just accepted?”

With just one sentence, Jiang Weiqing deduced the boy’s identity. This was Feng Xian, the sect master’s only son, pampered and adored by all.

Feng Xian crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at Jiang Weiqing as if contemplating how to assert his authority and give this new disciple a little scare. After some thought, he finally came up with an idea, proudly saying, “Since you joined after me, shouldn’t you call me senior brother?”

Call him senior brother?

Was this his idea of giving me a hard time?

Jiang Weiqing looked at the boy, momentarily taken aback.

The boy’s eyes were clear as water, seemingly devoid of any hidden intentions. Though he was pretending to be tough, there wasn’t a hint of malice—if anything, his behavior was more endearing than threatening. It seemed that all he wanted was for Jiang Weiqing to call him senior brother…

Such a person wasn’t worth considering an obstacle, much less a rival.

Although everyone called Jiang Weiqing a genius, he understood the principle of bending without breaking. To go far, it wasn’t necessary to engage in pointless conflicts. A simple “senior brother” could easily defuse the situation, sparing him further hassle.

Moreover, he didn’t dislike the boy before him.

Jiang Weiqing smiled faintly, bowing slightly as he said, “Then I’ll be relying on Senior Brother to take care of me from now on.”

It was meant as a polite gesture, nothing more. But to his surprise, the boy’s face flushed red with excitement, and he patted his chest confidently, “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back! With me around, you can do whatever you want in Guiyuan Sword Sect!”

Even with Jiang Weiqing’s extensive experience with people, having seen all manner of human behavior, this was the first time he had encountered someone like this. Didn’t the boy realize that it was just a formality?

Jiang Weiqing gazed at the earnest boy, his eyes shining brightly like stars. Born into a privileged position, the boy was pure-hearted and sincere, possessing a childlike innocence.

Still just a kid… Reflecting on his earlier caution, Jiang Weiqing couldn’t help but chuckle.

Boys of his age often lost interest quickly—he’d probably forget about this in a few days.

Jiang Weiqing didn’t think much of it.

But Feng Xian took it seriously, not forgetting in the slightest.

He began visiting Jiang Weiqing often.

He would pretend to bump into him by chance, bringing him pills and spirit stones to aid in his cultivation.

He enthusiastically showed Jiang Weiqing around every corner of Guiyuan Sword Sect, saying, “This way you won’t get lost. We’ve got a lot of formations here, and it wouldn’t be good if you wandered off and got eaten by some beast.”

He would share his new treasures with Jiang Weiqing, looking up at him with sparkling eyes, asking eagerly, “Is this useful to you?”

He would stand by Jiang Weiqing’s side, unhesitatingly defending him when others were jealous or tried to push him out, telling him, “Don’t worry, you’ve got me. My dad’s the sect master—there’s nothing to fear.”

He would quietly watch Jiang Weiqing practice his swordsmanship, his eyes full of admiration, waiting until Jiang Weiqing was done to share the funny stories and interesting things he’d encountered that day.

And when he was bored and couldn’t find a way out, he’d pull Jiang Weiqing along, saying, “It’s your turn to repay me. Today, you’re taking me out for some fun. I haven’t been out in ages. The other senior brothers got scolded by Dad and refuse to take me out anymore…”

He would also have moments of sadness, lying under the night sky, confessing his joys and sorrows to Jiang Weiqing, lamenting that he had upset his father again, wishing he could be as capable as Jiang Weiqing so his father wouldn’t have to worry so much…

Jiang Weiqing didn’t need any of this, but why didn’t he refuse?

The boy’s smile and words were like a gentle spring breeze, warming everything around him. He was like a chirping bird, full of endless warmth and enthusiasm, slowly melting Jiang Weiqing’s cold demeanor… What started as mere politeness turned into habit, and eventually, these moments became his source of anticipation and joy.

He could have walked this path of cultivation alone, but having the boy by his side made it seem much more enjoyable.

The lonely journey of cultivation wasn’t as cold as he had imagined, but rather warm and comforting because of the boy. Step by step, the boy entered his heart, becoming the only thing he cherished besides the Dao.

He had once vowed never to stop for anything, but in the end, he couldn’t keep that promise.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and during the sect’s grand competition, Jiang Weiqing claimed the top spot, his fame spreading far and wide as he was hailed as the most promising talent in a thousand years, likely to ascend.

The sect placed great hopes in him, expecting him to lead Guiyuan Sword Sect to greater heights.

Everything was going more smoothly than he had ever imagined.

Until one day, Sect Master Feng Hong came to see him and asked how he felt about Feng Xian.

Sect Master Feng’s words were cautious, but Jiang Weiqing immediately understood—Feng Xian’s feelings for him had been discovered. The boy had never been good at hiding his emotions, likely causing Sect Master Feng to worry.

If he showed the slightest unwillingness, Feng Xian would surely be restrained, never allowed to see him freely again… In that moment, Jiang Weiqing made a decision.

He told Sect Master Feng that he was willing to become Feng Xian’s dao companion.

On this long and arduous path of cultivation, there was ultimately one person he couldn’t and wouldn’t let go of.

Sect Master Feng had shown him kindness, and Feng Xian was the one person who held his heart.

He would never regret today’s decision.

Sect Master Feng was overjoyed, patting him on the shoulder with relief, saying, “From now on, Ah Xian is in your hands.”

Their bonding ceremony was grand, attended by hundreds of sects offering their congratulations. It was a spectacular event, and Jiang Weiqing held Feng Xian’s hand, gazing at the boy he loved, knowing that from that moment on, they were the closest of companions.

Those ten years were the happiest memories in Jiang Weiqing’s life.

The boy’s presence made his path of cultivation less lonely.

Jiang Weiqing wanted to stay with him forever, to be together in life and death, never apart.

But making that happen wasn’t easy—because Feng Xian had average talent and no interest in cultivation. Everyone knew he could never ascend.

Yet Jiang Weiqing refused to accept fate.

He began to push the boy to cultivate seriously, searching far and wide for rare treasures to aid his progress, guiding him with utmost care… He wanted the boy to stay with him forever.

The boy, knowing his shortcomings in talent and diligence, initially tried to persevere. For a few months, he showed a rare commitment to learning, but it wasn’t long before he gave up, eventually telling Jiang Weiqing in a moment of frustration, “I don’t want to ascend.”

Jiang Weiqing looked at the boy before him, seeing his pouting, exasperated face. The boy was genuinely uninterested in cultivation. He was always a bit spoiled, not one to endure hardship or fatigue, so he gave up at the first sign of difficulty, casually uttering such words…

But do you even understand what you’re giving up?

You’re not just giving up immortality—you’re giving up on me.

I know your talent is lacking, and the path of cultivation is hard, but can’t you try a little harder for my sake…?

For the first time, Jiang Weiqing felt a twinge of disappointment, but he kept it to himself. He needed to be patient with the boy, who was only acting on a whim and didn’t mean any harm.

Jiang Weiqing continued to push the boy to cultivate, but this time the boy seemed truly done with it. Every day, he thought only of food and fun, discussing with Jiang Weiqing where to go for their next adventure. He never considered immortality, only caring about living in the moment…

He never understood that Jiang Weiqing wasn’t seeking momentary pleasure but a future that would last forever…

Jiang Weiqing grew more silent. Pushing the boy further was pointless, but could he just give up?

Finally, Jiang Weiqing learned of a secret realm where ancient immortals had left treasures, including a Celestial Flower that could cleanse the body and reverse fate. Jiang Weiqing risked his life to retrieve this flower, even damaging his life-bound sword…

He brought the flower back to the boy.

The boy was surprised, seemingly worried about him, muttering, “You shouldn’t take such risks—I don’t need this…”

Jiang Weiqing remained silent for a long time before finally saying, “Try it—it might help.”

He never mentioned the price he paid for it.

The boy accepted the Celestial Flower and, with Jiang Weiqing’s protection, successfully formed his Nascent Soul, but… it was still far from ascension.

For the first time, Jiang Weiqing felt truly powerless.

In the vast journey of cultivation, they were as insignificant as ants.

Defying fate was no easy feat.

All his efforts were in vain, a fleeting illusion that evaporated.

The boy knew he would never ascend, something everyone understood. Only Jiang Weiqing, stubborn and unwilling to accept it, had tried to change the outcome…

But now, he had to accept reality.

Jiang Weiqing stopped pushing the boy to cultivate.

The boy, feeling as if he had been set free, was overjoyed. Every day he was as happy as when they first met, unchanged in the slightest. But Jiang Weiqing wished he had changed, if only a little.

Why aren’t you sad, why aren’t you disappointed? Don’t you want to stay with me forever?

Time passed mercilessly.

The day came unexpectedly. While meditating, Jiang Weiqing suddenly sensed that his heavenly tribulation was near—his time was running out. Whether he succeeded or failed, he would be separated from the boy.

His sword intent had always been to move forward without hesitation, with a clear heart, unafraid of any challenge, never retreating.

But as the boy drifted further away, his heart grew clouded.

For the first time, he felt lost.

Lost about what the future held.

His heart wavered for the first time.

He didn’t even have the courage to face the impending tribulation.

He might die under the heavenly lightning.

In a daze, Jiang Weiqing found himself before the boy, telling him calmly that his tribulation was near.

Finally, it had come to this—what will you choose?

Jiang Weiqing looked at the boy.

I want to hear your answer.

The boy was startled, then quickly pulled out a treasure he had prepared long ago, offering it to Jiang Weiqing with a smile, saying, “I got this for you—I’ve heard the tribulation is dangerous. If you can’t make it, at least it might save your life…”

The boy’s eyes were bright, his gaze earnest. He wanted Jiang Weiqing to succeed, to walk the path of immortality—to ascend to the Celestial Realm.

But Jiang Weiqing felt only coldness in his heart, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. How thoughtful of you to have prepared something to help me survive the tribulation.

You had already made your decision, while I was still clinging to false hopes.

Jiang Weiqing didn’t accept the gift, turning and leaving without a word, abandoning their home.

Two choices lay before him.

Face the tribulation or stay behind.

Staying meant abandoning his sword heart, giving up everything he had worked for, forsaking the supreme Dao, relinquishing his lifelong pursuit, and resigning himself to becoming just another insignificant speck of dust…

Jiang Weiqing couldn’t do it.

He had already sacrificed too much for this—it was something he couldn’t give up.

Without his sword, without his Dao, his life would be meaningless.

But facing the tribulation meant either success or death, and in either case, he would be separated from the boy…

The boy was something he couldn’t give up either.

For the first time in his life, Jiang Weiqing faced an impossible choice.

Three days later, Jiang Weiqing returned home.

The boy had been waiting for him, anxiously asking, “Are you mad at me?”

Jiang Weiqing shook his head. He asked, “If I leave, will you blame me?”

The boy quickly shook his head.

At that moment, Jiang Weiqing finally felt a sense of peace. He said, “Yes, you wouldn’t.”

You were prepared for this day long ago, already waiting for me to leave. You chose to stay in a world without me.

And you accepted it with a smile, not even bothering to ask me to stay.

You never expected eternity, living like a mayfly, content with a fleeting existence, indifferent to past and future. Whether I’m here or not doesn’t change your decisions…

This is the choice you made.

You chose your life.

You chose to let go.

But I’m not ready to let go.

What I want is eternity, never being apart.

You’re the one thing, besides my sword and the Dao, that I can’t let go of.

Ten years ago, when we first met, I thought you would never be an obstacle. But in the end, you became my only obstacle.

Perhaps this is the final test of the Dao for me.

The last tribulation I must overcome to ascend.

Jiang Weiqing finally made his decision.

No more hesitation.

No more doubt.

Jiang Weiqing looked into the boy’s clear eyes, his voice soft as he sighed, “But I can’t leave you alone.”

If you won’t come with me, then I’ll take you with me. How about that?

From now on, what I see, you’ll see too. Wherever I go, that will be your home. We’ll never be apart, for eternity.

As long as you’re by my side, there will be nothing left in this world to hold me back.

…

Jiang Weiqing opened his eyes, a silver sword appearing before him. His life-bound sword, sensing his emotions, let out a faint, sorrowful hum.

Embedded in the sword was a clear gem, its surface smooth and glowing with a gentle light.

Jiang Weiqing lightly brushed the gem, his gaze tender as he whispered softly:

“Did you know? Today, I met someone who reminded me of you, just a little.”

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