Who wouldn't feel their heart melt seeing this?
After countless attempts, Shen Yanli admitted defeat. She couldn't shake off the little one!
Xu Yeping saw this and teasingly said, "This child has chosen you; you can't escape now."
"I..." Shen Yanli held her forehead in resignation.
In the end, with Xu Yeping and Chu Lin as witnesses, Mo Bai became the sole disciple under Shen Yanli.
Back then, Mo Bai wasn't even called Mo Bai. Even though Shen Yanli saved him, she had no idea what his name was. Xu Yeping told her, "A master is like a parent; why don't you give him a name?"
Shen Yanli looked into Mo Bai's eyes, which were distinctively black and white, clear and bright. Suddenly, the name "Mo Bai" appeared in her mind.
"Let's call him Mo Bai. I hope when he grows up, he'll be a person who distinguishes right from wrong," Shen Yanli said casually.
And thus, the child was given the name Mo Bai.
In the tender years of Mo Bai's life, his only memories began from the moment he met Shen Yanli. The person before him was as beautiful as an immortal from the heavens and had saved his life. Without her, he would probably have been dead long ago.
So, as a young child, he silently vowed in his heart to use his life to repay this person for their kindness.
No one in this world had ever been good to him. The memories before he entered the demon lair were fragmented, and any attempt to recall them resulted in a splitting headache and unbearable heartache.
The feeling of being heartlessly abandoned transformed into a sharp blade that continuously twisted his heart.
No one in this world would care about his survival. As long as they could save themselves, he would be the discarded pawn.
Until he met Shen Yanli, there was finally a bit of warmth in his life.
The name Mo Bai sounded so nice!
Even if Shen Yanli called him a cat or a dog, he'd be happy.
Now when looking back, Shen Yanli only felt remorse. Why did she save this little creature back then? If she hadn't, would everything that happened later have never occurred?
Whenever she recalled the things the Great Demon did eight years later, Shen Yanli couldn't help but want to draw her Cangli Sword and strike him down with it!
At sunrise, the sun climbed the branches, the weather gradually warmed, and the disciples of the Qiongcang Sect finished their morning lessons and began practicing different magic spells, swordsmanship, and other techniques in the field.
After having breakfast, Ling Yunkong ran to inform Shen Yanli that Sect Leader Xu Yeping would return to the sect by noon today.
At the appointed time, Shen Yanli and the sect's members stood at the mountain gate, waiting for Xu Yeping's return. Shen Yanli recalled how in a previous life, Xu Yeping, in an effort to ensure the sect's members could retreat safely, fought the Great Demon fiercely and ultimately sacrificed himself, turning to dust. The thought now filled her with regret and grief!
The death of a hero always leaves one lamenting!
In this life, she would make sure such a thing would not happen again.
She stood quietly in front of the mountain gate and, after a commotion, turned toward the sound. In the distance, a figure draped in dark blue drew nearer, the face becoming clearer, still as handsome and noble as ever.
"Senior Brother Chu Lin," Shen Yanli couldn't help but call out to him.
In her past life, she was always cold and proud, never liking to call out to anyone. But in this life, remembering Chu Lin's past life ending — filling the Desolate Abyss Rift with his living body and dying — set her soul on fire!
Chu Lin raised his eyes to glance at her, his expressionless face momentarily stunned.
Shen Yanli understood that his surprise was how someone like her would call him. But having gone through everything in the previous life, Shen Yanli knew that nothing was more precious than what was before her now.
Chu Lin and Shen Yanli were both cold by nature, but compared to Shen Yanli, he also possessed a calmness and tranquility, with an elegance reminiscent of a hermit immortal.
His exquisite face seemed as if carved by a divine artisan, his dark, deep eyes quietly watching Shen Yanli, who uneasily averted her gaze.
When she turned to look at him again, he was already looking elsewhere.
Chu Lin had his hair partially tied back, a hairpin made of agarwood tucked into it, and his long, soft black hair cascaded down his back, complementing his elegant attire.
Suddenly, the sect's disciples cheered with excitement, "The Sect Leader is back!"
"Master has returned!"
"..."
Shen Yanli looked up at the sky, where someone was skillfully navigating the blue sky and white clouds, flying effortlessly on his sword, like a rainbow light darting freely.
Soon, Xu Yeping flew his sword to the mountain gate, smiling warmly as he gracefully dismounted from the Yuanhong Sword, landing in front of everyone.
Xu Yeping wore a dark purple robe with a black belt edged in silver around his waist. His hair was entirely pulled back and secured with a silver crown. When he smiled, fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, but warmth filled his gentle eyes.