After Xiao Sisi died, Qin Qiyu covered her mouth, crying uncontrollably.
"It was all because of jealousy, it killed you. It’s all my fault, my fault for raising you to beco such a jealous person," Qin Qiyu murmured.
And at this mont, with a ’swish,’ Lin Dong finally returned.
He appeared above the sky of Ziwei City.
At this mont, the dark clouds had dissipated, and the bright moon erged.
At this mont, Lin Dong’s eyes were only focused on Qin Yitian.
Similarly, Qin Yitian’s eyes also saw only Lin Dong.
The two stared at each other, one standing in the void above Ziwei City, with the moon as his backdrop.
The other, dressed in red wedding attire, stood in the grand hall of Ziwei City.
"Yitian, I’ve co to take you away." Lin Dong’s voice was gentle yet resolute, filled with tenderness and determination, as if intending to sweep away all the unease in this world.
Qin Yitian heard him, and the tears couldn’t stop falling.
"You... you’ve really co." Qin Yitian’s voice choked, her tears cascading down like broken pearls.
She recalled that afternoon when she half-jokingly and half-seriously asked Lin Dong, "If one day, like my mother, I’m forced to marry soone I don’t love, would you co to take away?"
Lin Dong gently wiped away the tears on her face, his eyes filled with affection: "Yitian, I told you, you’re already my woman. I will never allow anyone to force you to marry anyone. No matter who it is, nothing can stop from taking you away."
At that ti, she was rely hoping for consolation but never imagined these words would beco reality today.
Looking at the tear-stained Qin Yitian, Lin Dong felt a pang of sorrow in his heart and couldn’t help but say, "Sorry, Yitian, I’m late. I’ve let you suffer."
"No, you’re not late at all." Qin Yitian shook her head, and suddenly, a smile blood amid her tear-stained face.
That smile, like a flower!
The moonlight, like a wash, poured over the ancient city walls, draping the heartland of the Dragon Country in a layer of silver gauze.
Lin Dong stood tall, rising into the sky, surrounded by a gentle glow of spiritual power, seemingly rging with the night color.
His gaze gently fell upon Qin Yitian, who stood poised not far away.
And at this mont, Lin Dong, who hovered in the void, suddenly reached out and smilingly said, "Qin Yitan, co with ."
"I’ll take you to see the Capital City’s myriad lights."
With these words, Lin Dong took a deep breath, the inner qi in his body surging, like rivers rushing and spring rain nurturing.
He slowly extended his palm, facing upwards, and lightly waved it. Suddenly, the air filled with the scent of roses, rich yet elegant, quickly condensing into form, transforming into a beautifully crafted small boat.
The small boat was entirely woven from petals of rose, crystal clear, exuding a gentle glow, as if the brightest star had fallen from the sky into the mortal realm.
"Co aboard, Yitian," Lin Dong softly invited, the small boat resting steadily in front of Qin Yitian, as if tailored for her, a throne.
Qin Yitian’s face was as lovely as a peach blossom, cheeks tinged with a hint of blush, as she lightly stepped onto the dreamlike rose boat.
The boat gently rocked, seeming to welco its new passenger, then smoothly sailed toward Lin Dong’s position.
Standing side by side, the two stood on the boat, Lin Dong lightly waved his sleeve, and the boat gracefully ascended, flying toward higher skies.
The wind, carrying a chill and freedom, danced between them, as if ti itself slowed at this mont.
The moon hung high overhead, casting its clear brilliance, stretching their shadows long, intertwining like vows never to part.
"So beautiful..." Qin Yitian softly murmured, turning to gaze at Lin Dong, her eyes filled with tenderness and gratitude.
Looking back at the dazzling lights, each one like a story of people, warm and real.
She gently leaned on Lin Dong’s shoulder, feeling the strength and warmth from his chest, a surge of unprecedented peace and contentnt rising in her heart.
"Mom, I’m luckier than you," Qin Yitian’s voice was low and filled with emotion, as she gazed at the bright moon, as if speaking with her mother in heaven, "You said the most beautiful thing in the world is to love and be loved. Now, not only have I found that love, but I own it."
Lin Dong heard her words, gently tightening his hold on Qin Yitian’s hand, their eyes eting in that mont, conveying their mutual feelings without words.
The small boat continued to weave among the stars and lights, Qin Yitian nestled in Lin Dong’s embrace.
Below, Dragon Country’s Capital City remained resplendent with its myriad lights, bearing witness to countless people’s joys and sorrows.
Watching the rose-woven boat carry Lin Dong and Qin Yitian farther away, until only its silhouette could be seen beneath the moon.
Tang Qing’s eyes were full of envy, she murmured, "If soone was willing to oppose the Martial Artists of the Four Great Sky Realms for and take away from the prison of my clan, then even if the path ahead is a sea of fire and mountains of swords, what would there be to fear?"
"Even if I’m forever lost to Yama, this life would be worth it."
Long Ban rolled his eyes and said, "Tang Qing, you’ve got it wrong. Since Big Brother Lin has already taken Sister-in-law Yitian away, how can their future be a sea of fire and mountains of swords?"
"I see their future clearly as seas of stars."
Tang Qing rolled her eyes and said, "I’m just making a taphor. You blockhead, what do you understand?"
Long Ban awkwardly smiled and said no more.
Actually, who wouldn’t envy such romantic love?
Not only Tang Qing but even Long Ban envied it.
At this mont, Tianxing Feng also gazed toward the sky, yet there was a trace of worry in his eyes.
He transmitted to his ’Protector,’ asking, "How can the Dead Soul Curse be resolved? Can our Tian Family assist Master Lin in breaking that Dead Soul Curse?"
His Protector remained silent for a long ti before transmitting back, "Son of Heaven, the Dead Soul Curse is an ancient secret technique. It’s a curse that Triple-Heaven Martial Artists cast, willing to die just to perform it."
"To break it is too difficult. Our Tian Family also cannot assist Master Lin in breaking the Dead Soul Curse. If he wants to break the Dead Soul Curse, he can only rely on himself."
Upon hearing these words, Tianxing Feng fell silent.
"Could it be, the sky wants him dead? This Age of Dharma End does not permit the ergence of a Ten Thousand Years Myth?" he murmured, his eyes incomparably complex.
And in the high sky.
The rose-woven boat had already taken Lin Dong to over ten thousand ters in altitude.
Because of Lin Dong’s presence, even at such a high altitude, Qin Yitian, an ordinary person, was not hard by the surrounding environnt.
Here, the world below was no longer visible.
The moon was large, hanging behind them.
The boat just floated beneath the bright moon, surrounded by stars, making this scene as if in a dream.
Drunk afterward not knowing if the sky is water, a boat full of clear dreams pressing the Milky Way!
Qin Yitian was sitting on the boat, nestled in Lin Dong’s embrace, she suddenly spoke: "Lin Dong, I saw a light, I want to follow it, draw close to it, beco a part of its life."
"Oh? The light you saw, where is it?" Lin Dong curiously asked.
"It’s here." Qin Yitian pointed at Lin Dong, speaking deeply.
The light she spoke of turned out to be Lin Dong!
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