Chapter 2250
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Luo Qingcheng led a group of people and left. On the blood-red mountain, it was a desolate scene.
Ren Huang gasped for breath. This battle could be said to be the most intense battle of his life. Seeing the men in black leaving, he didn't relax at all. Instead, he became even more vigilant. His gaze fell on the desolate silhouette under the dusk. That small silhouette had long been soaked in blood, standing alone in a pool of blood. That tall and straight figure made one's heart skip a beat.
"Young Miss …" Ye Mei hurried to her side, the expression in his eyes was complicated. He wanted to say something, but when he saw her expression, the words that were about to come out of his mouth were stuck in an instant.
That pale face was covered with drops of fresh blood. The bewitching red color was like a blooming blood flower on her fair skin. Two streams of clear tears had unknowingly rolled down from her clear eyes. The crystal clear teardrops rolled down her cheeks, dispersing the bewitching red color without a sound …
Ye Mei was stunned on the spot.
From the time he knew her till now, they had experienced countless battles, no matter what kind of danger they faced, he had never seen her cry. He had always thought that Young Miss would never cry.
Tears, these two words, would never belong to her.
But in the end, Ye Mei was wrong.
She did not choke, did not cry. She stood in the wind, silent, expressionless, slightly opened her eyes, facing the cool evening breeze. Before the tears reached her chin, they had already been blown away by the strong wind.
It was so quiet, but it was so heartbreaking.
Ye Mei did not know what to do for a moment, he could only stand there in a daze.
Jun Wu Yao's threat gave the people of the Spirit Jade Palace a little time to breathe. The black people retreated to the side and watched Luo Qingcheng leave under the dusk. In the entire wilderness, there was no relaxation. Blood was everywhere, corpses were everywhere. Those fallen figures were once the sisters they were most familiar with. Deep in the mountains, in the dark caves, they relied on each other, accompanied each other for thousands of years.
But now, they were separated by life and death, their fate was finally broken.
"Senior Sister …" A sob suddenly sounded out. The young woman kneeling in a pool of blood was riddled with wounds. Her hands trembled as she held the lifeless woman in her arms. She hugged her so tightly that her entire body trembled.
"Ah!"
Sorrowful cries suddenly reverberated in the quiet forest, startling countless birds.
That voice was so desolate and sorrowful.
The Spirit Jade Palace Lord's entire body was dyed crimson red, and it was no longer possible to tell if it was the colour of his armour, or if it was because he was drenched in fresh blood. His hair was a mess and his gaze swept over the mess upon the ground. In the instant that his eyes fell upon the figure of Granny Yue, his body swayed slightly, unable to even stand properly.
Granny Yue who had followed him for a thousand years, was lying peacefully on the ground. She was shielding a Spirit Jade Palace disciple who had breathed his last. A sharp sword had pierced through her back, pinning her and the disciple beneath her to the ground. Fresh blood stained the ground, stinging the Spirit Jade Palace Lord's eyes.
"Yue ….." The Spirit Jade Palace Lord's voice was trembling a little. The Spirit Jade Palace had been in dire straits for a thousand years and there were not many disciples left who had followed him. Granny Yue had been by his side since before the Spirit Jade Palace was destroyed. He had thought that he would let her live out her life in peace, never would he have thought ….. that he had dragged her down with him.
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