Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

Chapter 461 Ye Lan changes his mind

The night was as dark as ink, and the boundless sky was dotted with stars, as if countless pairs of eyes were silently watching everything in the secret garden.

Xueyao stood by the window, gazing at the bright moon outside. The moonlight shone on her, casting a light silver veil over her. There was an unspeakable sadness between her brows, and her clear eyes flickered with complex emotions.

She slowly turned around and returned to the bed, her eyes falling on the brocade box.

The brocade box followed her from the earth to heaven, carrying all her thoughts and expectations.

She gently stroked the surface of the brocade box. It was a delicate and warm touch, as if she could feel the emotions contained in each letter.

He opened the brocade box and took out the letter at the bottom. The letter paper had turned slightly yellow, but the handwriting was still clearly visible.

"Young Master in White, do you know that every time I write these letters, my heart bleeds. Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Is the friendship between us really so unbearable?" Many times, Xue Yao read the contents of the letter softly, and there was always a hint of sob in her voice.

Her eyes gradually became moist, tears welling up in them but never fell.

She held the letter tightly in her hand, as if she could feel the presence of the young man in white.

The young man in white, the man who once passed through her life like a meteor, his figure has long been deeply imprinted in the depths of her soul.

She imagined that he must have deep eyes, eyes that seemed to see through everything in the world. His cultivation was profound and mysterious.

If he had not left, would he have appeared countless times when she needed him most, giving her support and strength?

But when she thought their friendship would last forever, he suddenly disappeared without leaving a single word.

"Perhaps, he has his own difficulties." Xue Yao said silently in her heart again and again, trying to convince herself.

The young man in white must have his reasons for leaving, but she didn't know what that reason was.

For many years, her heart was always filled with doubts and uneasiness, but she could not find the answers, because when he left, he did not leave any clues, as if he had never existed in this world.

Time and again, Xueyao placed the letters back into the brocade box and gently closed the lid. She knew she would never be able to send these letters because the young man in white was no longer where he was.

But she still insisted on writing a letter every week. After each letter, she would fold it neatly and store it in a safe like a treasure. She never stopped doing this for many years, and she herself didn't even know what she was insisting on.

At this moment, a question suddenly popped up in Xueyao's mind. Could the person who attacked Xinglan back then be... Hong Fenger's master?

Could it be that old man Xuanfeng has some mysterious secret?

Ancient demon god?

If he is really related to the ancient demon god, then could it be that Old Man Xuanfeng originally belonged to the heavenly realm, but came to the human world due to some variables?

After searching through all the memories in her mind, Xue Yao still couldn't figure it out, even though she had a terrible headache.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." She said to herself.

But at this moment, his eyes blurred and he saw a faint light flickering in Xueyao's room.

The light was as faint as a firefly at first, but soon it gradually became brighter, as if a mysterious force was guiding it.

Xue Yao raised her head, her eyes attracted by the light. She saw the light moving slowly in the room and finally landing in the corner of the golden nanmu cabinet.

"This is..." Xue Yao was shocked. She had never seen such a light before.

She approached cautiously, her gaze fixed on the source of the light. The light gradually condensed into a ball, ultimately forming a bead emitting a soft glow. A faint halo swirled around the bead's surface, as if imbued with endless energy.

Xue Yao stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the bead. Just as her fingers were about to touch the bead, it suddenly made a crisp sound and instantly shone brightly, illuminating the entire room.

Xue Yao subconsciously took a few steps back, her eyes narrowed slightly by the dazzling light. Within the light, an illusory figure gradually emerged. It was an old man in a cyan robe. Although his face was aged, his eyes were unusually clear, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"You are..." There was a slight tremor in Xueyao's voice. She recognized the figure. It was the old man Xuanfeng whom she had been guessing about.

"Fairy Xueyao, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still as charming as ever." Old Man Xuanfeng's voice was low and cunning, and seemed to carry a kind of magic that made people listen involuntarily.

"Old Man Xuanfeng? Why are you here?" Xueyao was a little surprised, but she quickly regained her composure. She knew that the old man's appearance must be related to the doubts in her heart.

"I'm here to tell you something." A complex emotion flashed across Elder Xuanfeng's eyes as he slowly spoke, "About the Young Master in White, about the Ancient Demon God, and about my own secrets."

Xue Yao's heart trembled. At this moment, the answer she had been waiting for for so long was about to be revealed? She stared at Elder Xuanfeng, waiting for him to continue.

"Young Master in White, he is no ordinary person. His identity is far more complicated than you might imagine." Elder Xuanfeng sighed. "He comes from an ancient and mysterious tribe, one inextricably linked to the ancient demon gods. And I, once, was irreconcilable with that tribe."

Xue Yao's brows furrowed slightly, and she felt an indescribable shock. She had never imagined that the identity of the young man in white was so mysterious, and that there was such a connection between him and Elder Xuanfeng.

"Then why did the young man in white leave without saying goodbye?" There was a hint of anxiety in Xue Yao's voice. This was the biggest doubt in her heart.

"Because he shoulders an important mission." Elder Xuanfeng's gaze grew deeper. "That mission concerns the safety of the entire Heaven Realm. He must leave to find a way to save the Heaven Realm."

Xueyao felt a complex mix of emotions. She was saddened by the departure of the Young Master in White, yet also admired his mission. Sure enough, the Young Master in White's departure must have been for a greater purpose.

"Then why did you show up now?" There was a hint of doubt in Xueyao's voice.

"Because the timing is perfect." A hint of determination flashed in Elder Xuanfeng's eyes. "Right now, the Heaven Realm is facing an unprecedented crisis. And you, Fairy Xueyao, will also play an important role in this crisis."

Xueyao's heart trembled, and she felt an invisible pressure. She knew that she was carrying the expectations of her companions and the safety of the Heaven Realm. She had to face it all bravely.

"Me, an important role?" There was a hint of doubt in Xueyao's voice.

She knew that she would have to take on a mission once she arrived in heaven, but she just followed her heart and never thought about playing any important role.

"Yes, then you will meet the Young Master in White, and together with him, uncover the truth behind this crisis." Elder Xuanfeng's voice gradually faded. "Only in this way can the Heaven Realm truly restore peace."

Xue Yao nodded doubtfully, she knew that this would be a difficult journey.

At this moment, the figure of Elder Xuanfeng suddenly became illusory, as if he was about to disappear. Xueyao was shocked, thinking that this must be the last remnant of Elder Xuanfeng's soul.

"Wait!" Xue Yao shouted loudly. She didn't want Old Man Xuanfeng to leave like this.

"Remember, Fairy Xueyao, the truth is often hidden in the deepest fog." Elder Xuanfeng's voice gradually became unclear. "Only by facing it bravely can you find the answer."

As he finished speaking, the figure of old man Xuanfeng completely disappeared in the light, and the bead emitting soft light also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Xueyao stood there, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She took a deep breath and looked out the window at the starry sky with a determined gaze. So, the young man in white must be somewhere, waiting for her?

What should I do?

"Ling Ziqian, where have you been? Can we really face and shoulder the future responsibilities and missions together?" Thinking of what he said when they met, Xue Yao's heart began to be in turmoil again.

"Oh my God, why is this happening?" She looked up, wanting to question the heavens loudly. But she kept silent. It was a waste of time, there was really no point.