Although the river is wide and long, it cannot beco the path barrier for the two of them.
Even though he knew she couldn’t see it, Baili An still gave her a slight smile, and he stepped forward, heading towards the river to tread down.
The clear river water distinctly reflected the fiery ring at the sole of his white boots, as the tranquil surface gently rippled into circles.
Mountains are bright, waters are beautiful, fostering much vitality.
As if she sensed his movent, the girl’s body on the river’s other side trembled slightly, then her ethereal voice echoed gracefully, resembling the lody of a mountain spring, refreshing the heart.
But what she said was soul-chilling: "I am getting married, ca over to tell you."
The sky is high and the earth is distant, everything will pass...
His steps halted, as the warm fla entwining his boots seed extinguished by sothing cold.
Baili An tightly clenched his fist, the pain of nails deeply embedding in flesh told him, breaking his delusion that it was an unrealistic nightmare fantasy.
Everything is real...
There was no massive explosion in his mind, no clamor or tumult.
At this mont, Baili An’s expression was extrely calm, so calm that even he found it sowhat unbelievable.
He lowered his head, looking at his reflection on the water’s surface, the handso and delicate young face seed drained of color, indeed not resembling a living person’s countenance.
"Why? You... have already opened yuan?" Among the quiet forest, his voice trembled slightly.
The other side remained silent for a long ti, until a black crow cawed twice and took flight, breaking the silence.
She then slowly spoke again: "Yes, I opened yuan, I won the bet.
But marrying Zheng Siyan is not because of the bet, it is because I want to win.
And it is precisely because of the constraint of this bet that I am compelled to marry him."
The person she is marrying, it’s Zheng Siyan!
Baili An did not know how to ignite the fury in his heart, only a desolate gray remained, how can ash reignite.
Wholeheartedly entrusted his heart and trust, believing the other would treasure it forever.
Yet in the end... that heart has long been lost sowhere unknown.
Baili An felt like he was a re lonely speck of dust in the mortal world, even over two years, he couldn’t discern the true heart of the person within his own heart.
That day, he told Zheng Siyan, she wouldn’t lose, because he believed in her.
Now, she’s won, won cleanly and beautifully.
But he lost, lost utterly.
Baili An’s clenched fist slowly relaxed, he looked at her again, a layer of gray shimr covered his clear gaze, he asked: "Do you have so bitter plight?"
Her voice patiently echoed from afar, calm as water: "No, this matter is my fault to you, bla my youthful ignorance back then, failing to discern my true heart.
The path of cultivation, strength is esteed, Baili An, you are too weak, unable to protect even yourself, let alone others, so... let it end here."
A shallow remark to end here, without any reason.
The morning mist transitions to thin, amidst the mountain mist, no longer seeing that ethereal and stunning girl figure.
Baili An gazed at the mist dispelling in the morning, as the snow descended from the heavens.
The wind and snow were chilly, Baili An’s entire world was as powerless as this pure snowy world.
He stepped out, without the fla’s spiritual thod, his boots stepped into the river’s water, his whole being sunk into the cold river water, gradually subrged down.
No struggle, no resistance.
Heart like dead ashes, do not permit this.
The wound into cold water began to twinge again.
He sank deeper and deeper, his back reaching the soft riverbed silt, as his clear vision gradually darkened, blurred by that cold suffocation.
Until the lanterns whirl, when life is about to reach its end, he slowly opens his eyes wide, spits out the last few bubbles from his mouth, and suddenly feels his chest being grabbed tight, pulled out of the water.
Su Jing soaked from head to toe, with trembling hands tightly clenching his collar, lowered her head, her gaze inexplicably fierce and cold, her face unprecedentedly unsightly.
"Who allowed you to make the rash decision to seek death!"
Baili An tilted his head, his hollow gaze gradually regaining light, he muttered: "I want to go down the mountain..."
Su Jing gripped his collar even tighter, seeing him like this, her pitch-black eyes seed to carry a bewildering pain, then she gritted her teeth and said: "I won’t allow you to go down the mountain!"
Baili An stubbornly repeated: "I want to go down the mountain..."
Without witnessing the final mont of the wedding, he won’t give up.
Su Jing’s eyes gradually turned scarlet: "I won’t allow it!"
"Oh, isn’t this Su Jing and the new junior brother?"
The disciples practicing in the morning, carrying Dao Sword, ca together.
The leader was Wen Yu.
He looked at the two soaked to the skin with a teasing gaze, a smile on his face, but a cold, vengeful glint in his eyes.
Soone behind saw Su Jing’s red, fierce eyes, felt uneasy, and imdiately said: "Senior Brother Wen, it’s better not to provoke Su Jing casually, her state seems a bit off right now. If she gets angered, everyone might suffer."
Wen Yu naturally knew Su Jing’s state was off, but recalling the instructions from that adult.
He sneered inwardly, did not deliberately avoid Su Jing’s cold gaze, instead chuckled: "Perhaps, fellow junior brothers aren’t aware, but our Su Jing, Junior Sister Su, is soon to get married."
Baili An’s eyes slightly moved, starting to struggle under Su Jing’s grip, swung away the hand on his collar, and ran towards the mountain.
"What? Su Jing is getting married? Senior Brother Wen, don’t joke around, who would dare marry a lunatic like her?"
"Senior Brother Wen, so early in the morning, can you not ntion such frightening matters? Just with Su Jing’s skinny and charred look, how is there any semblance of a girl, who would like her."
Wen Yu gazed mockingly at Baili An’s back, pointed with his chin at him and said: "How is there not, wasn’t that kid sneaking into our mountain gate through connections? In this world, there’s no such thing as a free lunch."
Imdiately a female disciple exclaid and covered her lips, her gaze slightly excited and playful as she looked at Baili An, mocking: "So that’s it, no wonder the Sect Master dotes on that kid like nephew, turns out he’s not treating him like nephew, but raising him as a son-in-law."
The term son-in-law was emphasized heavily, the malicious intent cannot be said to be light.
"Hahaha, Junior Sister speaks reasonably, to be favored by Su Jing, is this kid’s blessing!"
Low ridicule, sneers, mocking voices echoed behind.
Su Jing, however, didn’t listen to a single word, she didn’t want to listen either.
Baili An stumbled and stubbornly wanted to run down the mountain, but Su Jing wouldn’t allow it, she caught up and dragged Baili An firmly in the direction up the mountain.
Everyone imdiately jeered and laughed: "The ugly bride is catching the runaway groom, the ugly bride is catching the runaway groom..."
Baili An’s strength was far from Su Jing’s, at this mont Su Jing’s fierceness had been pushed to the limit, indeed dragged him all the way to the top of the Snow Cliff.
His robes were torn from dragging, bandages unraveled, already unhealed wounds were ripped open anew, blood left a trail as he was dragged.
In the pure white snow, extrely bloody and poignant.
"Boom!!!"
Baili An was heavily thrown to the edge of the Snow Cliff, his fair and handso face covered in mud, scratched by the rough mountain stones, revealing crystalline Blood Pearls.
He lay in the snow, on the treacherous mountaintop, not far away was the abyss, bottomless, vaguely able to hear the rushing turbulent waters within, waves roaring, crazily lashing the mountain stones.
Baili An lifted his face slightly towards the abyss, the piercing cliff wind slapping across his face, involuntarily calming the tumultuous heart.
"Jing, you’ve gone too far." A soft ethereal female voice sounded along the mountain wind, Li Bansheng ca gracefully, her elegance unchanged.
Her gaze always gentle like water, carried a hint of apology and sympathy as she looked at Baili An on the ground, extending her hand to help with concern.
Baili An did not reach for that soft white hand, he climbed up from the ground himself, adjusted his clothes, looked at that hand silently retreated a few steps.
Rustle...
Just within these few steps, he ca to the edge of the Snow Cliff, stepping on countless crushed snow and stones.
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