Pear blossoms with rain, it was unimaginable that Li Qinghe would actually speak these words.
Xu Fan's heart rippled with waves as he smiled and wiped away the teardrops on her fair cheeks, saying, "Wait for me to return."
He bore too much on his own shoulders, and he could not allow himself to just die here on Floating Mountain Island.
In front of Lingyin Temple tonight, blood would certainly be spilled, but it definitely wouldn't be his!
With a determined look in his eyes, Xu Fan gave Li Qinghe a glance, then, without turning his head, he left the room.
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The night had deepened over Floating Mountain Island, at the Lingyin Temple.
Earlier on, with the help of the Li Family's strength, all nearby people had already been dispersed. Now, only Xu Fan stood sword in hand in front of the pagoda.
At this moment, he closed his eyes to conserve energy, yet his consciousness spread out, attuned to every rustle of wind and grass around him.