Chapter 1404: Chapter Eighty-Four: Flowers in the Mirror (Added for Alliance Hierarch Bili Eight Teeth—Part 6/7, 7/7)
Not every place has a sky.
But when humans look up, they always find a similar sense of longing.
Lost World, Xinwei Region.
The air was filled with severed limbs, and blood was scattered in all directions—unmistakable evidence that a tragic skirmish had just ended.
A few young cultivators exchanged glances, and finally, the calst among them stepped forward. Bowing with clasped hands to a woman dressed in a sharp, azure martial outfit, he said, “Many thanks to this senior sister for your assistance. Otherwise, we…”
He turned back to look at the corpse his junior brothers and sisters had pieced together—it belonged to the elder who had brought them to the Lost World for training. The elder had perished alongside a powerful mber of the Sea Clan, leaving behind no chance to guide them any further.
His voice carried deep sorrow. “Your life-saving kindness, unforgettable for all eternity.”
The woman in the azure martial outfit was dismbering a sea beast, separating flesh and extracting its only valuable bone spurs. She spoke casually, “We are all of the sa sect; there’s no need for thanks.”
The woman’s appearance was delicate, and her movents were crisp and efficient. With a filleting knife, she skillfully navigated the corpse of the sea beast.
A round-faced female cultivator glanced at her a few more tis before hesitating to speak. “Are you Zhu Bijing… Senior Sister Zhu?”
She initially intended to address her as “Junior Sister Zhu,” as strictly speaking, she had joined the sect earlier. But considering the remarkable strength Zhu Bijing had displayed, she quickly changed it to “Senior Sister.”
Zhu Bijing deftly processed a few bone spurs, stored them in her storage box, and then turned to look at her. “You are…”
The round-faced female cultivator said, “I am Song Wenhe, a disciple under Elder Old Zhang, who handles practical affairs. I once saw you near Senior Sister Su Yao—about three years ago.”
In truth, she vaguely recognized Zhu Bijing not because of their eting three years ago, but because she had witnessed Zhu Bijing at the Sea Festival Grand Ceremony. She vividly rembered seeing Zhu Bijing brought forth in chains and couldn’t forget how that genius of Qi Country displayed astonishing courage and fought to the death for her friends.
To be honest, Song Wenhe didn’t believe the widely-discussed rumors surrounding Jiang Wang’s alleged collusion with demons, which many at Diao Hai Building seed to relish.
If Jiang Wang had truly intended to overthrow this world and annihilate the Human Race, why would he risk his life for a friend at Diao Hai Building? Alone at sea, he argued his case before a crowd of powerful figures, then ventured into the Lost World, battling fiercely to redeem his friend—a so-called “useless person” of no discernable value at the ti—at the cost of nearly dying himself. Would soone who “communicated with demons” act like that? Would the Demon Race even allow such sincerity?
She didn’t harbor any animosity toward Jiang Wang, either.
The public narratives were one thing. But from her own observations, Song Wenhe thought Jiang Wang’s actions in the Near Sea Archipelago were hardly worthy of rebuke. Even the deeply humiliating battle on the End of the World Platform, which had shad Diao Hai Building, was nothing more than Jiang Wang seeking justice.
If arguing for justice didn’t succeed, if slaughtering the Sea Clan in the Lost World didn’t bring redemption, then the only option left was to demand it through a life-and-death struggle.
Still, she knew the scenes at the Sea Festival Grand Ceremony were surely mories Zhu Bijing would prefer not to revisit.
Thus, after Zhu Bijing confird her identity, Song Wenhe tactfully avoided the topic and instead brought up their brief encounter three years ago. ntioning Su Yao subtly created rapport and familiarity between them.
This was the mark of her cleverness.
It wasn’t surprising that Song Wenhe initially hesitated to confirm Zhu Bijing’s identity. Anyone who had encountered Zhu Bijing before would find it difficult to associate the lively and carefree girl from years ago—or the fragile and exhausted figure on the End of the World Platform—with the formidable warrior now before them, whose strikes were lethal.
She had clearly seen how those Sea Clan mbers were killed earlier.
Could the experiences between life and death truly transform a person so profoundly?
Among the young disciples from Diao Hai Building present, so had also participated in the Sea Festival Grand Ceremony. Yet only Song Wenhe recognized Zhu Bijing, likely because the difference between who she was then and now seed as vast as heaven and earth.
It was as if they were two completely different people.
“Oh.” Zhu Bijing rely nodded at Song Wenhe’s greeting and responded casually, “eting in the Lost World—this must be fate.”
Diao Hai Building has a total of twenty-four elder positions, of which twelve are practical affairs elders. Even after the deaths of Hai Zongming and Granny Bizhu, the roster was replenished to et this number, but it had never been expanded.
Just identifying soone by their surna was enough to pinpoint the relevant individual.
But practical affairs elders were no more than that—nothing of particular significance.
Zhu Bijing could remain indifferent.
The young cultivators present, however, could not bring themselves to be so composed.
Who didn’t know that Zhu Bijing currently held the position of Direct Disciple under Elder Jinghai, Gu Huaixin?
Gu Huaixin was the fourth elder of Diao Hai Building.
At present, Zhu Bijing’s status within Diao Hai Building was no less than that of Xu Yuan and even surpassed prominent figures like Bao Song and Yang Liu.
Since Elder Gu publicly announced his decision to take her under his wing, she had remained out of sight, unusually low-key. No one had expected to encounter her here in the Lost World. If they could forge a bond with her now, it might turn out to be a blessing in disguise!
A few male cultivators, confident in their appearances, imdiately took notice. Despite being on the battlefield of the Mystical Realm, they each adopted dignified postures and a righteous deanor.
The cultivator who had spoken first revealed a look of surprise. “So, you are Senior Sister Zhu Bijing! I have long admired your great na and yearned to et you. I never expected to have the privilege today! Still… it must look a bit embarrassing; please forgive our poor condition, Senior Sister.”
Seeing Zhu Bijing’s gaze directed at him, he quickly added, “Forgive my absent-mindedness—I forgot to introduce myself. I am Fang Pu, True Disciple under Elder Huzong, Elder Liu. eting you today is a great honor for , Senior Sister!”
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