It had been five days since Long Bufan left the Hundred Sects Battlefield.
East Black Continent, Ling Xuanwu Province. There was an exclusive graveyard for the sect. It covered an area of a few hundred acres and was mainly used to bury the disciples and elders who had died in the sect.
As for the graves of the previous sect leaders, they were buried in a more secretive place and not many people knew about them.
On this day, in the misty morning, in this desolate cemetery, there was a graceful figure standing among the densely packed tombs. She stood alone in the cold wind.
Her light blue dress and beautiful appearance were completely out of place in this sad and desolate environment …
This woman was Lin Shuang'er.
In front of her was a newly built tombstone. Although the tombstone wasn't very beautiful, it was only a small burial ground of three inches and a stone tombstone. However, it could be considered to have been buried according to the high level of etiquette of a direct disciple.
On the gravestone, there was a line of bold and scarlet words: "Inner Palace of Ling Xuanwu Province, Tomb of Pro-Disciple Long Bufan. Firmament Continent, May 3rd, 1968 AD, died in the Hundred Sects Battlefield and obtained the glory of being the number one genius of the Hundred Sects Championship."
It had been half a year …
Lin Shuang'er looked at the ice-cold tombstone in front of her. Although what was buried here wasn't Long Bufan's body, but only the clothes he wore when he was alive, at this moment, on Lin Shuang'er's delicate and perfect face, there was a trace of sadness that couldn't be erased...
"Rumble —!!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of thunder in the sky. Lightning flashed and tore apart the morning fog.
Hearing the sound of thunder, Lin Shuang'er raised her head and looked at the hazy sky in confusion.
These days, the weather in East Black Continent had become a little bad. Thick gray clouds accumulated in the sky and it was so gloomy that it was suffocating.
Lin Shuang'er looked at the extremely gloomy sky. Her slender and graceful figure did not move for a long time, like a beautiful sculpture.
"Wait for me to come back …"
The words that Long Bufan had said before he left echoed in her mind. At this moment, Lin Shuang'er was at a loss, as if she had lost her soul. In her entire life, she had never felt so sad, heartache, emptiness, loneliness … and helplessness like she had in the past half a year.
"Rumble ~ ~!"
The dark clouds in the sky became denser and denser, so heavy that it seemed as if they were about to fall. At a certain moment, thunder rumbled again, and purple-white lightning streaked across the horizon. Not long after, bean-sized raindrops began to fall from the sky.
The wind howled, and the rain became heavier and heavier. In the end, it became a downpour, covering the sky and covering the earth.
Lin Shuang'er did not form any protective true essence on the surface of her body, allowing the rain to wash over her delicate body.
Rain, is it raining?
Lin Shuang'er stretched out her fair, jade-like hands and was lost in thought. As the bean-sized raindrops fell on her body, she actually felt a slight pain.
The entire Ling Xuanwu Province was shrouded in this heavy rain.
"You once said that if there was a chance, you would definitely take a stroll in the rain with me. But now, when will it happen?" Lin Shuang 'er stood alone and softly muttered to the tombstone in front of her.
However, the only response she got was a cold tombstone.
Looking at the words on the tombstone that had become scarlet after being washed by the rain, Lin Shuang'er smiled sadly. Tears finally flowed out of her eyes, mixing with the rain on her face and flowing down her body.
In this ice-cold rainstorm, Lin Shuang'er's entire body was quickly drenched. Her thin clothes tightly stuck to her body, outlining her graceful figure. Her shy areas were faintly discernible. However, Lin Shuang'er seemed to be completely unaware of all of this.
This was because, at this moment, her longing for Long Bufan had already reached a point where it could not be dissipated.
While the entire East Black Continent was shrouded in this rain, in the vast sky not far from the mountain peak in Ling Xuanwu Province, a travel-worn figure tore through the rain and flew over as fast as lightning.
This figure was Long Bufan, who had traveled day and night for five days without rest.
"Boss, we're almost there!" Xiao Bai, who was lying on Long Bufan's shoulder, suddenly stood up and pointed at the magnificent ancestral hall in front of them with its little claws.
"Finally, there's a place to take shelter from the rain." A helpless voice came from Long Bufan's other shoulder. It was the Fire Phoenix, who had transformed into a little firebird.
Long Butou slowed down and looked into the distance. Looking at the huge ancestral hall on the mountain peak not far away, a faint smile gradually spread on his young face.
Ling Xuanwu Province, Shuang'er …
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