The twilight was gloomy, and the wind that danced among the snowy forests brushed against the woman’s cheek. Her long, thick eyelashes quivered gently, her expression as tranquil and indifferent as the snowy night, unaffected by the other’s words.
Zangxin rely observed her for a mont and was certain of this woman’s formidable nature.
A woman who could withstand six centuries without the world ever knowing her true power was not one to be easily defeated by re words.
Zangxin pondered for a mont, then spoke again: "I’m very curious, during the Yuling Pass incident, when Sword Master Yu’s spirit root was shattered and his Divine Sense destroyed, he should have perished within the six realms. If you hadn’t gouged out your own spirit root to save him, who else would have done such a noble deed?"
Zhao Wenjun responded with a slight smile: "Who knows? There are always many good people in this world."
Zangxin sneered: "But among those whose spirit root matches Sword Master Yu’s rank and attribute, throughout the Mortal World, aside from Her Highness the Princess, I’m afraid there is no second person."
Zhao Wenjun glanced at him, saying: "They say that Erhe Zangxin of the Demon World is skilled at manipulating the heart. eting you today, it seems the rumors aren’t unfounded."
Zangxin’s body stiffened slightly, surprised that she could discern his identity at a glance.
After a mont of silence, he continued, "It’s said that the Princess of Qin has been infatuated with the Heavenly Seal Sword Master for hundreds of years, losing herself without any maidenly modesty. Seeing you today, these rumors indeed seem to be just that—rumors."
Zhao Wenjun shook her head and straightforwardly asked, "So, are we going to fight?"
Zangxin suddenly laughed: "Let’s forget about it. It’s quite late, and I’m feeling a bit tired."
Zhao Wenjun responded indifferently: "Coincidentally, I’m also tired."
Zangxin gestured with his eyes towards the Ye Yichuan in her hand.
Zhao Wenjun gave a faint smile: "No need for you to worry about it."
Twelve gold Bodhi Flowers vanished beneath the night sky, the cold wind stirring waves of mist. Zhao Wenjun quickly disappeared into the mist with Ye Yichuan.
Lv Zhuang was long unable to regain his senses, still in disbelief: "How could Zhao Wenjun possibly be against the Sword Master!"
A woman who shared the youthful dream of saving the world with Sword Master Yu, how could she pretend not to see the River Lord of the Demon World at Xijian Sect, clearly having the power to fight?
If even the Princess of Qin never had any genuine feelings for Sword Master Yu, how could there be anyone truly trustworthy among the Hundred Immortal Sects?
The deep sea will eventually reach its bottom, but the human heart is like the Abyss!
Realizing this, Lv Zhuang couldn’t suppress a bitter pleasure filling his heart.
He sneered: "Isn’t this just retribution? Lady Ying Ji didn’t hesitate to break with her father and marry into Tianxi, wholeheartedly helping him resist the Demon Sect, assisting him in conquering the world, ending the centuries-long war between demonic and righteous paths.
In tis of chaos, Lady Ying Ji was the Empress of Central Netherworld beyond his reach. When the world was at peace and he achieved his goals, he began to look down on Lady Ying Ji’s origins. He mistook the Princess for a treasure, not realizing that the woman he thought loved him the most played him like a puppet. How laughable!"
Zangxin watched Zhao Wenjun’s retreating figure, then suddenly turned his head to give Lv Zhuang a strange look, saying: "Just now, you said... Ji Pei once fancied Lady Ying Ji. Who told you that?"
Lv Zhuang’s expression froze.
In anger, he had let sothing slip.
Unintentionally, due to a mont of carelessness, he had exposed Lord Ji Pei’s most important secret to this devil!
Seeing Lv Zhuang’s troubled expression and shifting gaze, Zangxin chuckled lightly, saying: "Now we could be said to be grasshoppers on the sa rope. You’ve already said what shouldn’t be said, so this little bit hardly matters. Even if you don’t speak, do you think with my abilities I couldn’t figure it out?"
Lv Zhuang’s body trembled, and he gave him a deep, complex look: "I accidentally saw it in Lord Ji Pei’s secret chamber..."
"Oh? What did you see?"
Lv Zhuang struggled half-heartedly, as if hard to speak: "I saw... a painting Lord Ji Pei had hidden in the secret chamber, a portrait of Lady Ying Ji."
"Oh?" Zangxin’s expression was playful, seemingly as if he had discovered a most intriguing secret.
"It seems, Ji Pei’s thoughts were indeed deeply hidden, otherwise I would have assud that the one person he couldn’t let go was Shen Zhan."
With this, everything made sense.
Over the centuries, Ji Pei distinctly achieved great rits, safeguarding Baili Yu ti and again in dire situations, almost at the cost of his own life.
He even took on the form of a Heroic Spirit to remain in the spiritual energy-rich Bai Tuo Mountain, yet only gained the position of the Sixth Sword.
Judging by the Sword Master’s lukewarm and wary attitude toward Ji Pei, could it be he had already guessed Ji Pei’s feelings?
The great drama of Xijian Sect is indeed becoming more interesting as it unfolds.
Zangxin patted Lv Zhuang’s back, amused: "Don’t be so scared. Once you and I join forces to annihilate Xijian Sect, causing that false gentleman to fall from the Divine Altar, breaking the Thirteen Swords, your Lord Ji Pei needn’t be bound by the identity of the Sixth Sword Master. He could return to Central Netherworld to et the one weighing on his heart and end the suffering of pining."
Lv Zhuang, with his mind adrift, murmured as if convincing himself: "What I do, I do for Lord Ji Pei."
Zangxin smiled faintly: "Yes, what you do is all for your lord. How could a false gentleman like Baili Yu ever be worthy of Lady Ying Ji’s unrivaled majesty? Only your lord is qualified to stand by her side."
Lv Zhuang took a deep breath, his expression gradually becoming cold and determined.
Zangxin, quite satisfied, patted his shoulder, then after pondering a mont, drew a silver whistle from his sleeve, placed it to his lips, and blew gently for a while. Invisible sound waves rippled out like water, yet no sound could be heard.
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