Lan Ling looked at Han Jing and felt a pang in his nose. He couldn’t imagine what kind of imnse willpower it must have taken for Han Jing to break through the barrier their leader set in place at that mont of extremity.
Yet, despite their desperate haste to return, they were still a step too late.
Han Jing knelt on the ground, silent for a long ti.
Lan Ling’s tears were about to fall. She went over to hug her and let her lean in her embrace. "If you want to cry, then cry, okay? Please don’t be like this. Mirror, do you know, our leader cared for you the most. He was always very indifferent, he never truly cared about anyone. But he couldn’t bear to let you suffer even the slightest injury... So please don’t be like this. If he knew, he’d be so heartbroken..."
Han Jing stared blankly at the sea, her eyes bloodshot. Eventually, she shook her head.
"I will not cry, not ever again." Han Jing’s voice was icy. "I will make all those who hurt him pay a thousand-fold, for generations, never to find peace."
She would not cry, as crying solved nothing.
From the mont Su Yu pushed her away, she knew she couldn’t save him. This ti, he really couldn’t co ho with her.
But as long as he was alive, eventually soday, she would bring him ho.
Han Jing climbed up from the ground, gazed at the now-calm sea, and simply said three words,
"Wait for ."
By the ti Lan Ling and Han Jing returned to Baihua Garden in Hanjing City, it was already dark.
Inside Yao Xiang Pavilion, everyone waited anxiously. Su Su had woken several tis, crying out of hunger. Su Yaogeng had found a wet nurse, but after several attempts, she refused the nurse’s milk, crying the mont she was held.
Su Yaogeng wept in pity, "How stubborn can she be, poor child."
Seeing Han Jing return, everyone hurried over, but they only saw her and Lan Ling, with no sign of Su Yu.
"Jing’er, you..." Su Yaogeng opened his mouth but ultimately lacked the courage to ask, instead handing the baby over to her first. "The child’s been crying of hunger all afternoon. Please feed her sothing first."
Han Jing lowered her head, kissing her daughter’s tear-streaked face. "Su Su, this na was given to you by your father, but he can’t be here with you now. He traded his blood for your life. From now on, your nickna will be Xiao Xue. You must always rember him and never forget him. Your na waits to be called by him personally."
After she spoke, Xiao Xue miraculously stopped crying, her bright eyes gleaming like a beautiful doll’s.
Han Jing carried her inside to feed her. Outside, Lan Ling quietly inford everyone of Su Yu’s severe injuries and disappearance.
After feeding and comforting Xiao Xue to sleep and leaving her in Mu Jin’s care, Han Jing exited the room. Everyone looked at her, hesitant to speak.
Yun Feng glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice, "Little Jing’er, don’t be too sad. Yun Peng is lucky, he’ll be fine. As soon as we prepare Su Su’s... Xiao Xue’s dicine, we’ll return to the Spirit Fla Sect. This was unexpected. Ling Yue’s presence here was never supposed to happen. I suspect sothing has occurred in the Spirit Fla Sect and within the Spirit Cultivation Realm, otherwise, the Spirit Cultivation Realm wouldn’t silently accept sothing as significant as Ling Yue leaving it."
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