Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 661 Senior Sister is Here

The study of the city lord's mansion in Fuyang City.

Cui Wu placed a small plate of delicate osmanthus cakes in front of Xue Lan and saw that the man was tilting his head and rummaging in his sleeve.

The woman asked with some curiosity, "What are you looking for, senior sister? Is there any more gift?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Lan looked up at her with a bright smile and stopped what she was doing.

"you guess."

Cui Wu knew that Xue Lan wasn't the type to keep things mysterious in front of her...

The nightmare incident doesn't count.

That amused expression he's wearing now probably refers to that thing.

The woman took the steaming cup of osmanthus tea from Zheng Suihuan and placed it in front of Xue Lan.

"My senior sister added more prints on it."

The tone was firm.

Xue Lan smiled even more happily.

Cui Wu watched as the man casually took out an ice-blue token from his sleeve and handed it to him.

Then he shook his head and began to speak:

"From now on, we will rely on Lord Cui."

Cui Wu couldn't help but chuckle. The woman solemnly accepted the token with both hands, and said something unusually playful:

"Master Xue, you're too kind."

Master Xue remained silent, then picked up a piece of osmanthus cake.

The osmanthus cake was freshly steamed not long ago; the snow-white little squares were sprinkled with dried osmanthus flowers.

Xue Lan took a bite, then squinted her eyes.

Zheng Suihuan sat opposite Xue Lan, looking at him expectantly.

Xue Lan took a sip of tea: "You made this?"

The girl nodded quickly: "I did it."

"Delicious," Lord Wolf King affirmed. "Take it to go."

"Then I'll make some more." Zheng Suihuan said as she walked towards the door, glancing back at Xue Lan halfway out:

"Does the shop want osmanthus honey?"

Lord Wolf chose to accept everything.

A short while later, Zheng Suihuan placed a small dish in front of Xue Lan, containing thick osmanthus honey. The osmanthus petals in the amber liquid looked like scattered gold.

The thoughtful girl even brought chopsticks and a small spoon for Xue Lan, and then left after everything was arranged.

Only Xue Lan and Cui Wu remained in the study. Xue Lan smiled as she looked at the newly arrived Lord Cui:

"Did the headmaster arrange this for you?"

"Yes."

Cui Wu nodded and took a piece of osmanthus cake for himself: "A very clever child."

Xue Lan raised her hand and tapped her head: "Don't say things like that, Cui Xiaowu, how old are you?"

Cui Xiaowu, who had been hit on the head, instinctively shrank back, his voice suddenly lowering:

"Sister..."

"The matter of severing the connection with the orthodox tradition."

Xue Lan was taken aback, feeling a little guilty.

She leaned forward and patted Cui Wu's head several times: "Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong. I was just lying to Master Uncle."

"Senior sister is here."

Cui Wu was somewhat skeptical: "You can fool Master Uncle?"

Xue Lan feigned disappointment, looking down at her: "You don't believe your senior sister?"

Cui Wu shook his head subconsciously, then paused for a moment... before nodding slightly as he looked at Xue Lan's expression.

Lord Wolf was furious and heartbroken: "Little Five, how could you not believe your senior sister?"

"Did Master say something to you? I'm telling you, that old geezer can be really wicked sometimes."

A lonely master in Mingyangchuan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Ling Yuanzi hugged his broken sword and shrank back, saying, "It feels so familiar."

Feeling something in my heart, I did some quick calculations.

Sure enough, it was a long-lost traitor whose fate, which had been missing for a long time, reappeared precisely at Luoxia Mountain.

Ling Yuanzi touched his chin.

"Haven't you visited Xiao Wu in a long time?"

The broken sword Zhuiyun in his arms emitted a disgruntled clang.

"I know, I know, but the last time was half a month ago, wasn't it?"

Zhuiyun trembled.

Zhuiyun: Is this what you meant by "for a long time"?

The short sword circled its master once, its pale blue trail transforming into a line of text:

"Would it kill you to say you want to see your eldest disciple?"

Ling Yuanzi grabbed it and slammed it into the ground.

Even if it's broken, it can't stop your mouth.

I'm still angry with her!

Zhuiyun flew out of the ground, shaking off the dirt on Ling Yuanzi with two buzzing sounds.

The broken sword then floated horizontally in front of Ling Yuanzi.

Zhuiyun: Shall we go? I'll give you a ride.

"Forget it." Ling Yuanzi sneered, raising his hand to summon a pure white cloud: "I'll stand on it and squeeze my feet."

Zhuiyun: ...

We've faced life and death together...

"Alright." Ling Yuanzi waved from his position on the flying cloud.

Zhuiyun flew up behind him in a flash.

A wisp of cloud soared into the heavens, and Ling Yuanzi flew through the sky, with the cloud forming a protective shield against the fierce winds in front of him.

"Chase the clouds!"

The old man sighed.

"My senior brother's life lamp has gone out."

The mortal realm of Yuanming was in constant chaos due to demonic forces, but Ling Yuanzi always believed that he would be the first to die.

He asked softly, "How could it be my senior brother?"

Just like Xue Lan had thought over and over again back then: "How could it be Suandao Peak?"

So upright, gentle, and always considerate of others.

They should be immortals enshrined on incense altars for all eternity.

"Those who deserve to die can't, and those who want to live can't survive."

Ling Yuanzi turned his head to look at Zhuiyun behind him:

"What...should I say to her?"

Chasing the clouds is quiet and peaceful.

"I won't be staying here for long this time; I'll be leaving before the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Cui Wu, who was pouring tea for Xue Lan, paused.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is in seven days.

Xue Lan has been traveling in a hurry these past few years, like fleeting clouds and mist.

Cui Wu spoke cautiously:

"Was the stay a little too short?"

Xue Lan seemed oblivious to the meaning behind Cui Wu's words, focusing intently on the osmanthus cake in her hand.

"That's enough to do a lot of things."

She placed the osmanthus cake on a small dish filled with osmanthus honey, and just as she pressed it down with a spoon, she heard Cui Wu's cold voice:

"Is there something wrong with your sense of taste again?"

"Ah."

Xue Lan did not refute, but used a spoon to cut the syrup-soaked pastry into small pieces, numbly put them into her mouth, and mechanically swallowed them.

"Xiao Wu!"

Xue Lan suddenly called out Cui Wu's name.

"My senior master is gone."

All the words Cui Wu wanted to say turned to ashes in an instant, and the study was as still as a dead lake.

Xue Lan tilted her head to look at her, her gray eyes lifeless, and the thin blue veins on her pale neck spread upwards and disappeared into her black hair.

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, tinged with a helpless, manic laugh:

"Little five..."

"I can't stop."

Cui Wu reached out and grabbed Xue Lan's wrist, his fingers trembling violently but he dared not grip it tightly.

Xue Lan was as cold as a block of ice, with only her fingertips carrying the slight warmth passed from the teacup.

Cui Wu was terrified. Ignoring the fact that her wide sleeves had knocked over the teacup, she tightly gripped Xue Lan's hand in her own palm.

"Senior sister!"

Cui Wu looked into Xue Lan's eyes.

"Sister..."

In those brief yet seemingly endless breaths, Cui Wu was unable to utter a single complete sentence.

She used her spiritual power to warm Xue Lan's hands, but her senior sister remained cold.

How to do?

Xue Lan raised her right hand and pinched Cui Wu's face, her fingertips touching something slightly cool.

Don't cry!

Xue Lan sighed and said:

"I want to cry too!"

She grasped Cui Wu's hand in return:

"Don't be afraid, your senior sister is here."