Seemingly satisfied, Shu Yue finally stopped. Then he glanced at the blood - smeared heart that had ceased to beat, casually tossed it on the ground, and stared emotionlessly at the shattered pieces scattered everywhere.
Facing himself at this moment, Shu Yue was calm. Shu Yao's death had made him no longer know what happiness was. There was no one left to indulge his willfulness, and no one worthy of his smiling face anymore.
He withdrew the demonic qi in his body. He was still dressed in a moon - white robe, but it was no longer the charming smile that could captivate everyone. Instead, he was as cold as ice, showing no more sorrow or melancholy.
Suddenly raising his eyes, he saw Kun Wu's desolate figure standing at the gate. Then, his body swayed as he turned away.
The night was filled with slaughter. When it finally quieted down, it was almost dawn. The Kunshan School was in ruins, losing its former solemn and peaceful atmosphere.
In the main hall, an old man with white hair slumped in front of the table. Gone was his former high - spirited and celestial demeanor. Now he looked defeated, with dim eyes.
The dispute had thrown him into disarray and exhausted him both physically and mentally. He hung his head listlessly. His wrinkled face was sallow and emaciated, making his figure look as lonely as a withered leaf.
It was not until a faint sound of footsteps that he slowly raised his head from his chest. The desolation and vicissitudes in his eyes were evident.
He saw a man in black tight - fitting clothes walking in from outside. His chiseled face was extremely handsome. Although he had sword - like eyebrows and bright eyes, his eyebrows were cold as ice. He was taciturn and kept people at a distance, making others feel inferior.
However, the night's slaughter and the departure of his beloved had made this elegant man grow white hair prematurely. He had turned completely white - haired overnight.
He was carrying a luggage on his back. The determined look in his eyes made Kun Wu immediately guess what was on his mind.
"Shu Yue, where are you going?"
Shu Yue suddenly knelt on the ground, hanging his head. His flying sword - like eyebrows made him look even more heroic. He said calmly, "Disciple Shu Yue is leaving. I hope Master will grant my wish."
Kun Wu just smiled faintly. It seemed that he had already guessed the outcome, but he still tried his best to persuade him to stay. "Shu Yue, I am responsible for this situation today. I'm old and don't have the energy to get involved in these disputes anymore."
He paused for a while, then took off the jade finger ring on his thumb and placed it on the table. "You are my most outstanding disciple. Now, I'm passing on the position of the sect leader to you. From now on, you will be the leader of the Kunshan School. I hope you can fulfill my long - cherished wish."
Shu Yue just slightly raised his eyes and glanced at the crystal - clear finger ring on the table. There was no sparkle in his eyes. He just clasped his fists and said expressionlessly, "Thank you for Master's appreciation. But Shu Yue just wants to stay away from the mortal world, take my father back to our own place, and never interfere in worldly affairs again. I hope Master will forgive me."
Then, he stood up, lifted his drooping eyes, and looked at Kun Wu. A flicker of pain for this desolate figure flashed in his eyes. "Master, Shu Yue is leaving. Take care of yourself."
He tightened his grip on the luggage, turned around resolutely, leaving only a lonely and desolate back...
Kun Wu's hand that was hanging in the air, trying to stop him, finally swallowed back the words he wanted to say and slowly dropped it down weakly.
Only a sigh lingered in the air: "What a doomed love..."
After leaving the Kunshan School, Shu Yue raised his head and took a deep breath. Instantly, the pent - up emotions in his heart were released. However, there was still no sign of comfort or relief on his face.
He looked down at the seed in his hand and slightly curved his lips, but the smile was faint and even a bit sad. He murmured, "Father, I'm taking you home."
His eyes darkened, and he stepped onto the "road of no return".
In the days that followed, one could always see a handsome white - haired man guarding a small tree outside the tree house on the mountain. Day and night, he never left. Sometimes he would sleep beside this small tree, as if lying in the arms of his beloved, looking as innocent and peaceful as a child.
He guarded it for twenty years. Twenty years of time, a lifetime of waiting. Regardless of the world's clarity or turbidity, he was willing to fall into the cycle of reincarnation for him.
Although the song had ended, he still believed that the people would not disperse. After the passing of time like flowing water, there would be another prosperous and misty scene.
Twenty years later, a thin man with gray temples walked out of the tree house. His face was as dark and smooth as black jade, with a strong outline. Although his flying eyebrows had been marked by the years, one could still tell how handsome he was in his youth.
The dimness in his eyes brightened a little at the sound of footsteps. He looked up and saw a young Taoist priest in brocade clothes coming from afar. The young man quickened his pace when he saw him and rushed towards him.
For twenty years, few people had come up the mountain. This naturally made Shu Yue vigilant.
He took a small step back and squinted his eyes. He saw the man approaching carefully and asking in a very soft voice, "Excuse me, are you Shu Yue?"
Shu Yue frowned and replied, "It's me. Who are you?"
"Great, senior brother. I've finally found you. I'm a disciple of Kun Wu, the leader of the Kunshan School. He specifically asked me to bring something to you, senior brother."
After the young Taoist priest introduced himself in a hurry, he reached into his bosom, took out a small bottle of medicine, and handed it to Shu Yue.
"Do you mean Master asked you to bring this to me?" Mentioning Kun Wu, Shu Yue couldn't help but recall the look of loss and confusion on his master's vicissitudinous face when he bid farewell. A sharp pain stabbed at his heart.
"That's right."
"Then why didn't he come here himself?"
"The sect leader is not very convenient to move, so he sent me here to bring the medicine to you. He said this medicine could bring your father back. Maybe there will be a miracle."
Shu Yue took the medicine bottle. A glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes, and a little light flowed in his dim pupils. "Are you telling the truth?"
For him now, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would try his best to fight for it and wait.
"The sect leader told me so. Anyway, I've delivered the medicine. It's time for me to go. Take care, senior brother."
The young Taoist priest was about to leave in a hurry. After hesitating for a while, Shu Yue finally called him back. "How is my master?"
"The old sect leader is getting old and has not been in good health. He always mentions you in front of us and says that you are his most proud disciple."
These words unconsciously stabbed at a tender spot in Shu Yue's heart. His throat felt a bit bitter, and his eyes were slightly red. But he could only send his greetings from afar. "Please give my greetings to Master. If I have the chance, I will definitely go to see him."
After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh silently, fearing that he would never see his master again in this lifetime.
After seeing off the young Taoist priest, Shu Yue opened the medicine bottle and poured the liquid onto the root of the small tree. With his only expectation, he seemed to be talking to himself. "Father, I'm waiting for you. I'll always be waiting for you."
For the rest of his life, Shu Yue just waited like this. Year after year, he never gave up. He always fantasized that one day, Shu Yao would come back to life. Fate came and went, all for the next reunion.
In the end, he chose to turn his back on the world, let go of his grudges. Autumn after autumn, he was devoted to one person for a lifetime!