Uncle Feng waved his sleeves and brought Su Zimo into the void.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived at a majestic, beautiful, lush mountain peak!
At the foot of the mountain, there was a secluded and unique villa surrounded by clear water and withered willows.
When they arrived, Su Zimo raised his head and saw a plaque hanging above the villa with the words' Gu Yao Residence '.
For some reason, his heart skipped a beat when he saw those words.
He seemed to have thought of something but did not dare to think too deeply.
"Go on in."
Uncle Feng said, "Master is inside."
Master?
Su Zimo was enlightened.
He had previously guessed that there might be a Saint-level expert backing Uncle Feng. That person must be the master of this Gu Yao Residence.
Su Zimo took a deep breath and pushed open the wooden door gently with both hands, stepping into the residence.
The residence was filled with mountains and rivers and lush trees. Some ancient buildings were scattered around and the surroundings were decorated with flowerbeds, bamboos and orchards that emitted a faint fragrance.
The courtyard was simple but elegant. However, every single decoration was meticulous and was one with the surrounding mountains and rivers.
Uncle Feng did not follow him in. Instead, he stood guard outside the door respectfully.
Su Zimo walked through the corridors and courtyard alone.
His vision opened up and he saw a clear pond with fishes swimming and rippling water. Lotuses bloomed on the surface of the water.
In the middle of the pond was an elegant pavilion.
In the pavilion, a white-robed woman sat leaning against the railing with her side facing Su Zimo. Her skin was fair as snow and she was elegant. Even her side profile was more beautiful than the mortal world.
The white-robed woman seemed to have sensed something and turned around.
Su Zimo shuddered as though he was struck by lightning!
In the next moment, he laughed happily.
Yao Xue!
After so many years, countless memories flashed through his mind when he saw that familiar face again. Su Zimo was filled with endless joy.
He finally knew why Uncle Feng helped and protected him so much.
He finally knew why the Ancestral Fire Sacred Ground was willing to give him a treasure like the Merit Golden Lotus.
He had an answer to many things the moment he saw Yaoxue.
But none of that mattered anymore.
To Su Zimo, the most important thing was that Yaoxue was still alive!
"Yaoxue!"
Su Zimo was excited. He called out softly and took a few steps forward. He was about to cross the stone bridge and reach the water pavilion a few feet away.
However, when he reached the stone bridge, his footsteps gradually slowed down, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
The woman in white in the pavilion looked at him with a calm expression. There was even a hint of coldness in her eyes.
Su Zimo stopped and carefully looked at the woman in white in the pavilion.
It was as if Yaoxue had become so unfamiliar all of a sudden.
He was so unfamiliar that he didn't dare to recognize him.
"You've got the wrong person."
The woman in white said indifferently, "My name is Yaoji, or you can call me Saint Gu Yao."
Su Zimo stared at the woman in white for a long while before slowly shaking his head.
He did not want to believe it.
No matter what the woman in white before him was called, in Su Zimo's eyes, she was the princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the woman who cried for him in the Dragon Burial Valley, the woman who wore the long robe he made with his own hands and smiled like a flower, Ji Yaoxue who accompanied him for a thousand years.
"Y-You … Do you have any difficulties?"
Su Zimo asked.
Saint Gu Yao replied, "I'm a Saint of the Ancestral Fire Sacred Ground, the daughter of a Sacred Master. What difficulties would I have?"
"Then why did you save me and help me?"
Su Zimo pressed on.
Saint Gu Yao did not reply. She merely removed a white jade pendant from her waist and waved it gently.
Su Zimo was stunned.
"That's … the Dream Token?"
The white jade pendant in Saint Gu Yao's hands was exactly the same as the Dream Token on his body!
Saint Gu Yao said, "There are two Dream Tokens given to me by a single person. Xie and I each have a token. Since Xie's Dream Token is in your hands, I naturally have to take care of you for her sake. "
Could Yao Xue have helped him during this period of time because of Xie and the Dream Token?
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat, as though he had thought of something!
"I'm sure you've guessed it by now. Since I have the Dream Token, I naturally know the Great Dream Dao Technique as well,"
Saint Gu Yao said indifferently, "To me, that life in Tianhuang Mainland was nothing more than a dream. My Great Dao is to cultivate in thousands of dream realms. The Yao Xue you speak of is just one of them. "
Was that the case?
Everything was nothing more than a dream for Saint Gu Yao.
That was the reason why Yao Xue could not break through her cultivation realm.
That was also the reason why Yao Xue's corpse disappeared.
It was merely a dream.
Those things.
They were all illusions.
Those people.
They were merely passers-by in the dream.
Who would care?
Who would remember a dream from the past?
Originally, everything was just his wishful thinking.
Su Zimo stood on the other side of the stone bridge.
Saint Gu Yao stood in the water pavilion.
Su Zimo looked at Saint Gu Yao quietly. Just like that, the two of them looked at each other across the stone bridge and did not know each other.
Saint Gu Yao had an indifferent expression and looked at Su Zimo as though she was looking at a passer-by in her dream.
Cold and distant.
Su Zimo's heart ached.
There was only a stone bridge between the two of them.
However, even though the stone bridge was a few feet away, it seemed as though they were at the end of the world.
After a long silence, Su Zimo smiled in relief. "That's good as well …"
He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face of Saint Gu Yao and opened his mouth slightly, as though he wanted to say something. However, he paused.
After a long time, Su Zimo seemed to have finally let go of something in his heart.
No matter what, no matter who she was, it was enough to know that Yao Xue whom he was concerned about was fine.
Between the two of them, whether it was thousands of years of knowing each other or a dream, it was all in the past.
Su Zimo took out an old and somewhat white robe from his storage bag and folded it neatly. He bent over gently and placed it on the stone bridge.
"Thank you for this opportunity, Saint Gu Yao. We … will meet again if fate allows."
Su Zimo took a deep breath and cupped his hands in farewell. He did not stay any longer and turned to leave.
Su Zimo turned around and did not notice that when she heard the words' we will meet again if fate allows', Saint Gu Yao's calm eyes rippled.
When the two of them first met and parted for the first time, Su Zimo had said the words' we will meet again if fate allows'.
At that time, she had smiled and said that it was not fate but they would definitely meet again.
That memory that had been sealed for many years surfaced in her mind once more.
After Su Zimo's figure completely disappeared, Ji Yaoxue was still staring blankly in the direction where he left. Her eyes gradually turned red.
She looked at the familiar robe at the end of the stone bridge. After Su Zimo walked far away, she murmured softly, "Only … you are not that dream."
She had already forgotten many of those things and those people.
Only that upright green robe was still clear and imprinted in her memory.
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