Chapter 224
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Return it to him.
If he didn't owe an extremely heavy debt? Karma, with his? He would never hand over the Black-patterned Blood Soul Jade. He realized that he owed Rong Ran more karma than he had imagined, so he took it? He took him in as a personal disciple, indulged him in his actions, and promised him many things? Nothing? Reasonable requests.
If Rong Ran hadn't repeatedly committed grave mistakes, he would have protected him for his entire life in order to perfect his Dao Heart.
But now, the truth told him.
It turned out that he had been protecting the wrong person all along.
Rong Ran's sharp laughter echoed in his ears.
"Karma cleared? Hahahaha, you'll never be cleared! "
Scattered and broken? The black jade fell to the ground and was stained with dust. Again? Nothing? The law was completed.
The person in front of him had a cold gaze and a pale face. That kind of attitude toward him? Resistance and fear did not fade away with the passage of time.
Qiyun Jun's eyebrows twitched more and more violently. His body was originally calm and smooth? The airflow suddenly surged. The person holding the Grand Pure Adversity Crossing Sword? Veins popped out on the back of his hand.
Once? He had never told anyone about this matter.
He often had one in his dreams? In the peach forest.
In the peach forest? In the dream, there was one? An illusory figure running and playing in the peach forest, occasionally looking back and laughing softly at him.
He liked to hear the other party's laughter.
He liked to follow the other party when they were running? The figure.
Because of this, he was in the Yuntian Palace? Planted one in the dream? In the peach forest.
There were also flower branches engraved on the scabbard? Lines.
His one? Did he think that it was an inner demon of his imagination? Was it his? Tribulation.
His one? He didn't have love or desire in life. Master said that he was born with no cultivation? Emotion Path? With the root of wisdom, he should walk this path. And his later cultivation, as his master said, was incomparably smooth.
However, after breaking through to Exuvia, his cultivation stopped. One? It stopped for nearly 30 years.
Cultivation required breaking through a bottleneck.
Him? Qian? If things went too smoothly, entering emotionlessness before having feelings, there would be flaws in the end.
Those unfinished business? It was only natural that the lust of love would give birth to inner demons.
But what if it wasn't an inner demon?
Instead, it was the three years of memories that he had lost? What was truly left behind in the world? A feather of auspicious light.
Did he ever have that? Love and lust.
Was the person in the dream real? Gradually, they overlapped with the person before him.
Qiyun Jun's voice was hoarse, like the broken snow in winter. Dead twigs.
He said, "It's you."
Ye Yunlan's expression was indifferent.
Until now, he still instinctively feared the Clear Adversity Crossing Sword in Qiyun Jun's hand. He still couldn't forget being struck by the sword qi on the Buddha's Pagoda. The pain of being smashed into smithereens again and again.
Be it gratitude or resentment, he was still there? He didn't want to have anything to do with this person.
Thus, he said, "I don't understand what Sect Master is saying."
Qiyun Jun said, "I … owe you a lot."
Ye Yunlan interrupted, "My disciple and I still have something to do. We'll take our leave first."
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