Hidden Flower Sword Master looked at Jiang Niannian's leaving back, his eyes moved slightly, and he waved his hand and said, "All gone."
As he said this, he asked someone to carry the wooden barrel filled with spiritual water and left.
The disciples left in a bustling crowd.
Yin Buqi froze in place.
His pupils constricted and he looked at his empty hands in disbelief, not catching anything.
He clenched his hands into fists, and his blood seemed to be burning into a ball of fire.
"Hey, tell me what's going on."
A brother who was close to the disciple with the broken arm said, "What a pity! If I were the master of this beast, I would have stabbed him to death with a sword a long time ago. How could I... Ugh!"
Yin Buqi grabbed his throat fiercely, his eyes violent, and the obedient and pitiful appearance he had just pretended to keep Jiang Niannian was gone: "Say what you just said again."
The disciple thought he spoke very quietly, but he didn't expect his hearing to be so sharp. He was shocked and didn't dare to say another word.
"I told you to speak!"
He increased the strength in his hands, his whole body trembling, losing his mind, tightly grasping the man's neck, growling and interrogating him.
If he kills these people, his master will come back to punish him.
The crazy thought made his eyes turn blood red.
"Um!"
The disciple had difficulty breathing, his face turned red, and his struggle became weak.
Yin Buqi was stunned for a moment, his red eyes widened, madness and clarity flickering in them.
He let go.
You can’t do this, Master will be angry.
"Yes, Master is angry, I have to go and comfort her... She won't abandon me." He stumbled away like a madman, muttering: "Master must have returned to Kunlun Mountain, she must have... I'll go back and wait for Master..."
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Jiang Niannian walked in the smoke, strolling around the heaven which was so monotonous that there was nothing interesting to see.
Every place is so clean that there is not a trace of dust or debris.
She remembered the day when she hurried to check on the Kunlun Immortal Tree.
Kunlun is covered with snow all year round, with the main peak reflecting the dark sky and the mountain top shrouded in misty clouds.
The immortal tree also stood quietly on the cliff, and there was nothing wrong with it.
But that day, she clearly felt an unprecedented strangeness in her heart.
My chest felt stuffy and I couldn't even breathe. I almost couldn't stand.
She didn't understand, nor did she want to understand. She just felt that there was nothing to miss in the world, so she returned to heaven.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she returned, she heard from her clone that Yin Buqi was dead.
She calculated over and over again, but she couldn't figure out Yin Buqi's fate.
Every day she looked at the human world through the Floating World Mirror, trying to see if she could help Yin Buqi find his remaining soul. After all, they were master and disciple, and she wanted to ask for a path to reincarnation for him, but she couldn't find even a trace.
A hundred days have passed since Yin Buqi left.
One day in heaven is one year on earth.
In the human world, Yin Buqi had been dead for a hundred years.
She suddenly hoped desperately that Yin Buqi was the real Nine Yin Emperor, because in that case, he would definitely be reborn.
She felt empty in her heart and had less and less energy to manage human affairs, so she handed over the affairs of heaven to her clone and went to the house at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.