roccoschili Chapter 1541: 182 Unknown_4
Chapter 1541: 182 Unknown_4
Chapter 1541: Chapter 182 Unknown_4But he didn’t try to console, merely saying to himself: “Liking someone is a beautiful thing. You walk through a very dark night, seemingly seeing nothing ahead. But if there’s someone in your heart, then everything exists.”
For five hundred years gazing at the moon, it’s all about gazing at “Little Fan.”
They exist in one realm, yet cannot meet, only hide from each other.
It seems like having nothing, yet it feels like possessing everything.
“That’s truly wonderful.” Jiang Wang just uttered this, then fell silent.
He kept the sentence “But I can’t” buried in his heart.
The terrifying nights of the Forest sea source realm could not disturb them at this moment.
The two remained silent, conserving their spirits…
Awaiting the final moment.
…
…
In the Divine Shade Land, inside a bookhouse that’s seen quite some years.
An elderly woman with white hair quietly reading a book.
The book is titled “Eight Methods of Planting Spiritual Silk Flowers.”
Author unknown.
After all these years, she has read every book here countless times.
She remembers every word, every crease.
Yet she still often comes here to read.
She cannot share Guan Yan’s story with any tribesman.
Her youthful days have silently passed by in time.
The traces of that handsome Monk are actually everywhere, by the clear stream, in the flower garden, in her heart… He changed the entire trajectory of the Senhai Holy Clan. Altered the past, and changed the future… But she can only proclaim it as the Dragon God’s intention.
He exists everywhere, but she can only pretend he’s not there.
Only in this bookhouse is there a kind of hidden rapport.
She has flipped through every ancient text, imagining what he borrowed, modified, compiled, or perhaps wanted to tell her…
It’s like a conversation with him—
As a reader and an author, traversing through time and life, communicating silently.
For instance, in this “Eight Methods of Planting Spiritual Silk Flowers,” on page thirteen, column nine, page nineteen, column four, and page twenty-two, columns six and seven… all have written the same two tiny words—
“Little Fan.”
She discovered these many years after his departure.
These tiny corner-hidden romances supported her through life.
Up to this day.
Today she is deeply lined, with white hair.
But today she sits here, flipping through this book, those tiny words, still just like seeing them for the first time, eyes shining, heart tender.
Her secret thoughts known to no one, their romance deeply hidden within.
She enjoys such moments…
Of course, life is rarely enjoyable.
The Azure Holy Daughter then walked in at this time.
She leaned against the door, watching the white-haired old woman, as she quietly read like she always does.
Those thin fingers caressed the paper, with a tenderness as if touching a lover’s face.
“Priest…” she spoke.
The old priest reluctantly moved her gaze from the book, looked towards the Azure Holy Daughter, full of kindness: “What’s the matter, Qinghua?”
If Jiang Wang were here, he would notice that compared to before, Qinghua now looks much more haggard.
Once full of vitality, now life still remains, yet her brows and eyes show fatigue, eyes slightly red.
“I’m very perplexed.” Qinghua said.
“Child, what troubles you?” Little Nagging Old Lady asked.
Qinghua extended her finger, softly sliding across the bookshelf beside her, eyes scanning up and down, seemingly searching for a book she could read, a book to calm her.
But it’s hard to linger on any one book.
“Why has the Dragon God’s envoy killed Yan Xiao, yet Yan Xiao reappears?” she questioned.
“Because…”
Little Nagging Old Lady just started speaking but was interrupted.
It’s as if Qinghua needed no answer, she already had hers.
“Is it that evil in the world has never been eradicated?” Qinghua spoke, turning her head, eyes tinged with red as she looked at the elderly woman’s deeply wrinkled face: “Is it because we… bear heavy sins?”
Little Nagging Old Lady frowned: “Why do you say that, have you secretly connected with something?”
This question was indeed unnecessary.
The Azure Holy Daughter could naturally only be in contact with the “Dragon God.”
But Little Nagging Old Lady couldn’t bear it.
Qinghua closed her eyes, seemingly in great pain: “I’ve often heard some strange sounds lately…”
Little Nagging Old Lady said: “With day comes night, with good comes evil. Evil in the world cannot be eradicated. Yet good in the world won’t disappear either. Yan Xiao of yesterday is dead, Yan Xiao of today reborn. But if it could be killed yesterday, it can be killed again tomorrow.”
She sighed: “From now on, without my permission, you shall not heed the divine oracle again.”