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He Wu, the young leader of the Hehuan Sect, died.
When she woke up, time had changed.
Four hundred years have passed in this world.
While she was traveling, she accidentally heard that her former best friend Yuan Changqing was now an elder of the Sword Sect, and she happily went to look for him.
A group of young female cultivators were passing by and chatting outside the Jianzong gate. He Wu approached to chat and heard them ask mysteriously:
"Do you know why the mountain peak where Elder Yuan is located is covered with snow all year round?"
Hewu thought for a while: "Isn't it because of the high terrain?"
"Of course it's not just because of this!"
Someone turned up the volume, then leaned closer and whispered:
"It is rumored that Elder Yuan kept her dead wife's body on that mountain and kept watch there every night."
"It's the one who passed away from the Hehuan Sect, Senior Hewu!"
"?"
Why didn't she know that she was married to her best friend?
He Wu shook his head.
It can be seen from this that the rumors cannot be believed at all.
…
Until she walked through the snow to the mountainside and saw the old friend who had changed into white clothes and had cold features.
"Awu...?"
Yuan Changqing called her name softly, thinking that she was a dream that had lasted four hundred years.
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My green mountains would not be full of spring without her.
Purpose: Cherish the good life
