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The night falls quietly, and the bright moonlight shines on the distant mountains, as if covering the world with a layer of mysterious veil.

Sang Feiwan sat on the high roof, quietly looking at the mountains in the distance and the nearby buildings and courtyards.

Although she knew that all this was illusion, but at this moment, everything here was a place she would never return to.

There were the sounds of footsteps behind her, and she knew who it was without turning around.

"This angle offers the best view. You can see the mountains in the distance as well as the scenery of every courtyard in the sect. When I was young, I loved to climb up here and secretly peek at what Master was looking at."

Sang Feiwan pointed in a direction and said, "Look, that's the courtyard where Master lives. His shadow is reflected in the window. He should be looking at a portrait. There is a portrait of your mother hanging in his room. He looks at it every night when he is in the sect."

"He really did come to look for you." Sang Feiwan suddenly turned to look at Yu Beiming, "Don't hate him anymore, okay?"

Just one sentence made Yu Beiming burst into tears instantly.

"I no longer hate. Hate is a shackle that shackles the other person and me. From the moment I was born, I was shackled with hate. I thought I could break the shackles and gain freedom. Unfortunately, in the end, I hurt others and myself, and the loss outweighed the gain."

He sat next to Sang Feiwan, looking at a silhouette coming through the distant window.

"Wanwan, when did you know?"

Sang Feiwan said, "I saw it when I first came here. The evil god wanted to disturb my state of mind, so he showed me the scene of you leading people to slaughter... slaughter my sect. I saw the former you, the former master, and the former myself."

"So... do you still hate me?" While asking, Yu Beiming carefully observed her expression.

Sang Feiwan said: "I was indeed shocked when I saw that scene. But at the same time, I also clearly knew that it was an illusion created by the evil god. If I lose my composure, it will definitely take advantage of the opportunity and disrupt my spiritual world. So I had no choice but to force myself to calm down."

"As for your question, whether I hate you or not..." Sang Feiwan lowered his eyes slightly, "Maybe I did, but I forgot."

"Yu Beiming, I forgot whether I hated you or not, and I forgot everything about you. Even if I saw those past events again, I couldn't remember our past, and I couldn't remember how we met. Love or hate, I have forgotten everything."

"I don't know what kind of person Yu Beiming was in the past, but later Yu Beiming lived in China for 800 years. He once changed the world and slayed demons with his own strength. He is the patron saint of China, and his life and death are extraordinary. So, when I found out that you were bewitched by the evil god and in danger, I had to save you no matter what."

Yu Beiming felt sad after hearing this.

His Wanwan was still so rational. He weighed the pros and cons, analyzed the importance, and was so rational that it made people feel distressed.

Sang Feiwan continued, "Everything you and I see now is still just an illusion created by the evil god. But the Gu Qingchen you see is exactly the same as the real him."

"He is a very good master. He teaches his disciples everything he knows and never keeps anything to himself. If my brothers and sisters and I made mistakes, he would always punish us severely on the surface, but secretly let us off."

"When we eat, we all sit in front of a big table, talking to each other in a lively atmosphere. Therefore, our relationship with Master is very deep. He is our Master in name but he is our father in reality."

"Master has many children, but the one he misses most is always his biological child. Every year, he spends most of his time looking for you."

"He searched in many, many places, even going to the dangerous Purgatory Canyon several times. Once, he heard that there were traces of remnants of the Lihuo Sect in the Far North Snowfield, so he rushed there immediately. Unfortunately, he still couldn't find you."

"I actually forgot all these things. It was only when I entered the mural world that time and turned into my childhood appearance and returned to the sect that I remembered them after seeing my master."

"I once solemnly promised my master that I would help him find his child. That's why I later learned the mysterious techniques that the immortal cultivators disdained. Even my master warned me not to waste my time on such trivial skills as fortune-telling. Because anyone with a deep cultivation will obscure their fate."

"But I naively thought at that time, if the master's child was stranded outside, would he be unable to practice? What if he was just an ordinary child, an orphan like me back then, helpless and nearly starving to death?"

"What a pity, my master and I didn't find you. If time could be reversed, if fate were rewritten, my master would have picked you up at the same time as he found me. What would have happened then?"

"If I had found you earlier, Master would have taught you wholeheartedly and imparted all his life's knowledge to you. The sisters and brothers would also pamper and protect you. You would be able to eat the pheasant roasted by the eldest brother, which is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, listen to the jokes told by the second brother, receive the figurines carved by the fifth brother, and hear the eldest sister's nagging until your ears are callused..."

"Bei Ming, will you be happy then? Just like I used to be?"

The depths of Sang Feiwan's eyes were no longer calm, but a hint of tenderness emerged. Her eyes seemed to travel through time and saw the possible hypothetical - a Yu Beiming who grew up surrounded by love and warmth, what a wonderful person he would be, and what a wonderful future he would have.

"This is probably my fate." Yu Beiming murmured softly.

He had never thought about what it would be like to grow up in an environment full of love.

"I grew up in the snowy northernmost region, where it was so cold that it could freeze the wings of all birds, and deter all living things from approaching. But they said that this extreme cold could harden one's bones and temper one's will. Even though I nearly froze to death several times, it didn't change their minds."

"They said that I am their young master and the only hope of the Lihuo Sect, so they will not allow me to slack off in the slightest."

"One year, I fainted during my practice and the heavy snow quickly buried me. Only a pair of eyes were left, half exposed."

"I looked at the vast sky and the snow flying all over the sky. I wondered why people live. Why do we have to live when it is so painful? Why was I born with hatred?"

"Just when I was on the verge of death, I suddenly saw a golden light streak across the distant sky. In the golden light, a handsome man stood on a sword and flew towards me."

"He was so noble, like an immortal. I stretched out my numb hands to him, trembling, and wanted to ask him why the world was so cold and miserable."

"But before he could fly closer, before he could see me, I was taken away by my people."

"Later I asked them, who was that man? Why did he look so noble and so cool?"

"My tribesmen told me angrily that he was the enemy who caused our family to be destroyed. He must have come to the Far North Snowfield to annihilate us. They also said, Young Master, you must practice harder, so that one day you can trample that man into the mud!"

Yu Beiming laughed, and tears started to flow as he laughed: "I only now know that he came to find me back then. It turns out that my life almost went down a completely different path."