Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

Miaoyin Sect.

Si Luo held a compass in her hand, her steps slightly heavy but with an unshakable determination, she walked step by step towards the place in her memory.

The familiar outlines gradually come into view, and every eaves and every glazed tile seem to be whispering stories of the past.

This is the place where she and Ning Jie left countless beautiful memories together. Those memories are like bright stars, embedded in the sky of her heart, shining brightly.

As she entered the sect, the familiar atmosphere instantly surrounded her like a warm tide.

"Senior Sister, you...you're back!"

"It's Senior Sister Si Luo!"

"What? Junior Sister Xiaoluo, she actually came back!"

When the disciples who were practicing saw Si Luo returning, they stopped what they were doing and exclaimed in surprise.

Hearing these concerned voices, Si Luo's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

"Yeah, I'm back."

She smiled and nodded in response, continuing to walk towards Chenyin Peak.

The scent of flowers and medicine, as well as the faint sound of piano, that filled the air on both sides of the bluestone road made her eyes involuntarily turn slightly red.

Every disciple who passed by and every familiar scene were like a key that opened the floodgates of her memory.

Soon, she arrived at the clan leader's residence.

The vermilion door seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to her. She took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open.

Inside the house, Sect Master Si Yin was sitting in front of the window, holding an ancient book in his hand, seemingly pondering something.

Hearing the sound of the door, Si Yin raised her head. When her eyes fell on Si Luo, a hint of unbelievable surprise flashed across her eyes, followed by full of confusion.

"Xiao Luo? Is it really you?"

Si Yin's voice trembled a little. She stood up, unconsciously quickened her pace, and walked towards Si Luo.

Si Luo looked at Si Yin, and could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, which burst out.

She walked quickly forward, and the mother and daughter hugged each other tightly. The power seemed to release all the pain of separation and longing for each other through this hug.

"Mother, it's me, I'm back."

Si Luo said while choking.

Si Yin hugged Si Luo tightly, and their tears wet each other's shoulders.

"Luo'er, do you know how worried I have been about you these days? The day you were taken away by Ning Jie, I...I was really afraid that I would never see you again."

After a long time, the mother and daughter gradually calmed down.

Si Yin let go of Si Luo, held her face in both hands, looked at her carefully, his eyes full of love and heartache.

"Luo'er, it's great that you're back! Look at you, you've lost weight. You must have suffered a lot these days, right?"

Si Luo gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and recounted his experiences of the past few days.

From being taken to the sacred mountain of the Immortal Clan in the far north by Ning Jie to his rebirth in Nirvana, every detail made Si Yin shudder.

After listening to this, Si Yin hugged Si Luo again.

"Luo'er, you've suffered a lot. It's really not easy."

After a while, Si Yin let go of Si Luo, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

"Luo'er, what are your plans now? You've been through so much, you should take a good rest."

Si Luo shook his head slightly, with determination in his eyes.

"Foster mother, I can't rest. I came back this time for something important to do. I want to find Ning Jie. He is trapped 100,000 years ago."

"what!"

Sect Master Si Yin found it hard to believe until Si Luo told her everything.

Si Yin frowned slightly and thought for a moment:

"I know you and Ning Jie have a deep relationship, but you have to know that if it is really like what you just said, it will not be easy to find him!"

Si Luo clenched the compass in his hand:

"Mother, I have a way. This compass can help me find something that is closely related to Ning Jie's cause and effect. We have obtained the treasure of the Nuwa tribe. As long as we gather enough related things, we may be able to open the door of time and space and find Ning Jie."

Si Yin’s brows furrowed even more tightly.

"A time-space gate? It is extremely dangerous. Time travel is full of variables and unknown dangers. If there is a slight mistake, you may fall into an irretrievable situation, and it may even affect the order of the entire world."

Si Luo held Si Yin's hand and said with a smile:

"Mother, I know this is dangerous, but I have no other choice. I love Ning Jie, and I can't just watch him disappear from my world. Besides, this may be the only way to save him."

Si Yin looked at Si Luo's determined eyes and knew in her heart that she could not dissuade her no matter what.

She sighed softly:

"Okay, since you've made up your mind, I'll support you. But you have to promise me that no matter what danger you encounter, you must put your own safety first. If it really doesn't work, come back, understand?"

Si Luo nodded vigorously:

"I understand, mother, don't worry."

Si Luo turned around and walked towards Ning Jie's former residence in Miaoyin Sect.

Along the way, the scenes of her time with Ning Jie kept appearing in her mind like a kaleidoscope.

They once played music together under the ancient cherry tree in the garden. The pink petals fell like snow and sprinkled on their shoulders. Ning Jie's gentle smile was more brilliant than the sunshine.

In the room, they studied the strange paintings together. Ning Jie's serious and focused expression is still deeply imprinted in her heart.

Every memory is like a precious treasure, making her heart sweet and painful.

Arriving at Ning Jie's residence, Si Luo gently pushed open the familiar door.

The furnishings in the house remained the same as before, but without Ning Jie's presence, the house seemed particularly deserted.

The table where they once sat and drank tea together still had unfinished tea sets on it, as if time had stopped at that moment.

Ning Jie's bed was neatly made, and his scent seemed to remain on the quilt. Si Luo's eyes slowly swept across the room, and every corner carried their memories.

Si Luo began to search carefully. She first flipped through the ancient books on the bookshelf one by one, hoping to find some marks or clues left by Ning Jie.

Those ancient books exuded an old smell, and the pages rustled in her hands, but they did not contain what she wanted.

Then she searched through the closet, the scent of clothes filling the air, but still found nothing.

She lay on the ground and looked under the bed...

However, time passed by minute by minute, and she searched for a long time but still did not find what she wanted.

Si Luo was a little anxious, with beads of sweat on her forehead. She felt a sense of loss in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

She told herself that she couldn't give up, there must be something she had missed.

Calm down again, close your eyes, and recall every moment you spend here with Ning Jie.

at the same time.

The atmosphere in the witch clan’s residence was as depressing as the calm before a storm.

Inside the main tent, Wu Jin sat in the main seat, his face as gloomy as the sky covered with dark clouds.

There was a flash of angry flames in his eyes, and that flame seemed to burn everything around it.

Below, a group of men lowered their heads, trembling with fear, not daring to make a sound.

The air was filled with tension, as if a spark would cause a huge explosion.

"You bunch of losers!"

Wu Jin roared, and he slammed the table so hard that the wine glasses and ornaments on the table jumped up.

"You can't even handle this. You have brought shame to our Wu Clan!"

The men were so frightened that they trembled all over and knelt down one after another.

"Master, calm down. We...we have tried our best."

"Try your best? Is this your best?"

Wu Jin stood up and paced angrily in the tent.

"In the recent wars, our Wu clan has been defeated and suffered heavy losses. Don't you have any solution?"

At this moment, Wu Jin suddenly had a splitting headache. He held his head with both hands and groaned in pain.

The pain was like countless steel needles piercing his brain, making it almost unbearable for him.

Countless chaotic images flashed before his eyes. Those images were like a surging tide, impacting his consciousness wave after wave.

All the men were terrified and surrounded him.

"Witch Master, what's wrong with you?"