Wēn Ruòhán was dead and the war that once ravaged the cultivation world had finally come to an end, but its aftermath gave rise to a new era of challenges.
Jīn Guāngshàn, a driven and ambitious Sect Leader driven by his insatiable thirst for power a...
The room fell into absolute silence as the mirror once again began to display the memories.
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The mirror shifted its attention to the opposing side, where the Wēn prisoners anxiously awaited Wèi Wúxiàn's return.
Wēn Qíng diligently checked on everyone, ensuring their safety and well-being. The group huddled together, their eyes wide with fear as they anxiously scanned their surroundings. Gripped by terror, they remained motionless, afraid that even the slightest movement would draw the wrath of the furious corpses lurking nearby. The looming presence of these enraged beings compelled them to stay perfectly still, not daring to make a sound or even breathe, in order to avoid catching the attention of the vengeful undead that haunted their surroundings.
It has been quite some time since Wèi Wúxiàn left them hanging here, and Wēn Qíng's impatience began to grow. She couldn't help but glance in the direction Wèi Wúxiàn had disappeared, her worry becoming more evident.
Wēn Qíng patiently waited until a determined expression graced her face. She then turned towards the man carrying someone on his back and addressed him, saying, "Uncle Four, I kindly request that you remain here and provide care for them. I will venture forth in search of Young Master Wèi, ensuring his well-being and that he remains out of harm's way."
The man whom Wēn Qíng affectionately called Uncle Four seemed a bit unsure about her words, but he gave a gentle nod, well aware of her strong-willed nature. When she sets her mind on something, it's rare for her to change it.
"The effectiveness of this mirror or array is truly remarkable, as it impeccably captures every detail. It has a storytelling quality to it, as if it were narrating an entire story!" exclaimed a disciple in utter astonishment.
"Yes, you're absolutely correct. The presence of this mirror seems to evoke a storytelling narrative, akin to the captivating atmosphere created by a skilled story tellers whom the innkeepers usually hire to keep their customers entertained." Another disciple concurred with this observation.
Wēn Qíng acknowledged Uncle Four with a nod and then turned her gaze towards the elderly woman, gently handing the child to her. "Pópo, could you please take care of A-yuàn? I will return shortly," she assured, before pivoting to head in the same direction as Wèi Wúxiàn. However, before she could proceed, a piercing flute sound shattered the oppressive stillness, slicing through the air like a sharp blade.
Wēn Qíng and the others felt their bodies tremble at the haunting melody of the flute.
'...Chénqíng,' they thought, overwhelmed with a mix of fear and wonder coursing through their veins.
