Lou Jingyue: "Master, don't leave me behind again..."
Shen Zhu: "..."
Lou Jingyue: "Master, one by one"
Lou Jingyue held Shen Zhu in her arms, stared hard at Mo Xiejun in Sanqiao Hall at the foot of Dieqi Mountain, wiped the hot tears from the corners of her eyes, and picked up the broken line.
Lou Jingyue: "Master, you said it, you clearly said it..."
The rules of conduct were forcibly reconstructed by spiritual power.
Lou Jingyue's face had long since lost the innocence it once had, leaving only a pair of red eyes filled with grief and hatred, and the color on her face had long since disappeared.
He still remembered the master who taught him how to practice swordsmanship, taught him the rules, and had high hopes for him - Shen Zhu
Intention: Only when you observe the dust indifferently can your mind be as still as water.