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The blooming spirit finally arrived.

People from all over Navoli came out of their homes, drank spirit tea together, talked to their deceased loved ones, made sure they were okay and let them know they were still remembered.

After the Blossoming Soul Festival, people will let go of old pain, find peace, and move on after the loss.

This is a sad festival for Ionians, but for outsiders, it is a rare big festival in Ionia - even more lively than the Spring Festival.

On both sides of the flowery streets, there are all kinds of shops and stalls, and pedestrians are constantly coming and going, presenting a lively scene. Occasionally, petals of spiritual trees float in from afar, adding a festive atmosphere to the entire city.

"What a weird sight... Half of the people on the street looked sad and heavy-hearted, while the other half were happy and cheerful. It felt a little weird no matter how I looked at it."

Sarah followed Zhang Xu as they strolled along the streets of Navoli, while Seti and Sheng followed behind them - like bodyguards.

"There's nothing we can do about it. If you're not an Ionian, you'll never understand Ionian culture. Well... of course, this festival is held so grandly so that our deceased relatives can see that we're all living well now."

"It's understandable that festivals with flowers and flowers are used to remember the dead."

Zhang Xu nodded gently, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Sure enough, some of the heroes’ lines must be combined with their background stories, so that they can be experienced more deeply.

Hearing this, Sheng was slightly startled, then nodded affirmatively: "Yes, that's what I mean."

"Zhang Xu! There are masks for sale over there! But... why do these masks look so hideous?"

Looking in the direction of Sarah's finger, Zhang Xu saw a stall selling all kinds of masks on one side of the street. However, most of the masks on the stall were hard to describe.

The mask placed in the most conspicuous position has two gorgeous horns on the top of the head, and the curved eyes make the expression of the whole face become an evil smile, the kind that will make people feel physically uncomfortable at first sight.

However, for the Ionians standing by, they were obviously used to such masks.

Seeing that Zhang Xu and Sarah both had puzzled expressions, Sheng explained softly, "Most of these masks depict gods from the legendary period of Ionia. This one that looks more evil is called the Killing God, and that one is called the Door God."

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Zhang Xu and others were immersed in the bustling streets, but on the other side of the street, a lonely figure stood out.

This figure was dressed like a swordsman, unkempt, but not at all dirty, instead giving off a sense of freedom from wandering around the world. And this swordsman was also very handsome, although it looked like he hadn't trimmed his beard for a few days, but this just added a different kind of charm. Especially the scar on his face, which made him look full of vicissitudes and stories.

With this kind of looks and temperament, in the previous life, he would have won the hearts of at least a bunch of young girls who were inexperienced in the world.

Swift Swordsman, Yasuo.

At this time, Yasuo walked aimlessly on the street, he didn't know where he should be, let alone where he was going. The War of the Stand was over, and Ionia had returned to its former peace, but he had no place to stay.

Gale Sword Sect?

No, he can't go back.

Although Elder Suma was not killed by him, he died because of him. Moreover, he had killed too many people in order to avoid being hunted down, including his own brother.

Ever since killing his brother Yongen, Yasuo has lived in pain and self-blame. Whenever he closes his eyes, the scene of that day will come back to his mind.

He stabbed his brother's body with the sword in his hand.

His brother died in his arms.

Yasuo looked up blankly, looked at the warm sun in the sky, raised his hand and caught a petal flying in the air.

Blooming Spirit...

For others, it may be a holiday to commemorate the dead and remember the deceased.

But for him, this festival only makes him more painful.

He didn't even dare to drink the spiritual tea from the spiritual tree. He didn't know how to face his brother.

Yasuo sighed softly, lowered his eyes slightly, and glanced at the longsword and wine jug hanging at his waist.

Ionia...it seems like there's nothing left to remember.

It's time for him to leave here.

Thinking of this, Yasuo sighed again and slowly walked out of the city.

But what he didn't notice was that behind him, an ugly-looking old man was slowly following him.

When Yasuo came to the edge of the city, the aroma of wine instantly lingered in his nose. Yasuo looked carefully and suddenly found an old man not far away, and two jars of wine in the old man's hands.

Yasuo, who had become fond of fine wine during his wanderings, was instantly aroused by the fragrant smell. He walked to the old man without thinking.

He wanted to exchange the two jars of wine in the old man's hand.

The negotiations seemed to be going smoothly, and Yasuo didn't even notice that the old man had already put a love potion in the wine.

The unsuspecting Yasuo drank the wine in big gulps, while the old man next to him showed a weird smile as if his conspiracy had succeeded.

"Good wine!"

After taking a big sip of wine, Yasuo completely let down his guard, his eyes slightly lit up, and he raised the wine jar and prepared to drink a few more sips. The old man's hands were already on Yasuo's shoulders. Under the effect of the ecstasy, Yasuo didn't notice it at all, let alone that the old man's face had become hideous, and hideous spikes had grown on his back.

Just as the old man was about to kill Yasuo, a sharp sword wind suddenly swept over and directly blew the old man away.

Yasuo remained unaware of this.

He has been completely immersed in his own world. Ordinary love potions naturally cannot do this. The real reason comes from Yasuo's heart.

He felt deeply guilty about killing his brother. Even when Zhan Ling came, he was unwilling to drink the spiritual tea and meet his brother again.

He is running away.

It was also because of this that he became intoxicated under the effect of the love drug.

The sudden figure stood between the old man and Yasuo, his whole body emitting a dark red light, as if he was in flames.

The demon-sealing sword spirit, Yongen.

Yasuo's brother.

Yongen glanced at the intoxicated Yasuo, and the face hidden under the mask seemed to be touched. But soon, Yongen withdrew his gaze and looked at the old man opposite.