The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Soon, Bai Linglong supported the high priest of the sea tribe, who was no longer in danger after being bandaged, and walked back with Yan Chichun, talking and laughing.

The scene was surrounded by a crowd of people.

Bai Linglong said happily, "Look, what did I just say? There's no need to advertise. Once those people know about my ability, they'll come to us on their own initiative!"

"In my opinion, we should renovate the sect thoroughly when we get back and build a few more dormitories for the disciples to rest. One day, we can also be like the Hundred Flowers Palace, with students all over the world."

"By then, there will be an endless stream of incense offerings, and everything you want will be available..."

Bai Linglong was completely immersed in the beautiful fantasy of the future, and kept bragging to Hai Nianxiang about how respected her status would be in the future.

In response to this, Hai Nianxiang just smiled and listened silently.

On the other hand, the closer Yan Chichun got to the crowd, the more tightly his brows furrowed.

She seemed to... hear Zhao Zhao crying?

Yan Chichun was suspicious, but did not dare to jump to conclusion.

There are many people here and they are talking a lot.

You have to see it with your own eyes to know the details.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, it looks a little familiar..."

"Hush! Do you have any sense? Didn't you see Fairy Qingyue's expression of wanting to eat someone?"

"I'm just curious. After all, this is the first time I've seen such a scene..."

The people standing on the periphery were talking at once, making it very noisy.

But in the inner part, it was unusually quiet.

Only the helpless sobbing of a little girl lingered in the air.

"Make way, make way..."

Bai Linglong hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet. With a smile on her face, she shouted to the others, "Brother, please make way. Elder Bai and the High Priest of the Sea Clan are here..."

Different from Bai Linglong's playful smile.

Yan Chichun was in an extremely irritable mood.

She heard it.

Although it was soft, it was indeed the voice of the little junior sister. Moreover, the tone of this little junior sister, who had not even been a disciple for a year, sounded particularly helpless.

What exactly happened in there?

Who made Zhao Zhao unhappy?

Yan Chichun had a bad feeling in his heart.

From that faint voice, she heard the word "Senior Brother" intermittently...

Didn’t they say that the eldest brother is back?

He dotes on Zhao Zhao the most...

How could I just leave Zhao Zhao crying?

If it weren't for the fact that he sensed several extremely strong auras inside.

Yan Chichun really wanted to slap him hard to clear the obstacle.

"Strange, why do I feel like I heard Zhao Zhao's voice?"

After going a distance, Bai Linglong finally realized something was wrong. She quickened her pace, pushed aside the passersby blocking her way, and frowned, "Please make way! I can hear my junior sister crying!"

After pushing away several silent soldiers in succession.

Unexpectedly, the three were stopped by Xiao Jianxin, who lowered his head and said nothing.

After arriving here, Xi Zhaozhao's weak and helpless cries became clearly visible.

"Big Brother, please don't sleep anymore. Wake up, please wake up..."

"The sun is about to burn my butt...Brother, please wake up..."

"Zhao Zhao, give up, Senior Brother Gu has already..."

The two little guys' voices were filled with tears. Bai Linglong's heart suddenly tightened, and she hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Xiao, what happened to the... Senior Brother?!"

"Step aside!"

Yan Chichun scolded him with a cold face.

"Big Brother..."

Xiao Jianxin finally raised his head, revealing his complex, slightly red eyes. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and avoided looking at Bai Linglong.

"Xiaojiu, be mentally prepared..."

"Go and see Big Brother for the last time."

"I told you to get out of the way!"

Yan Chichun pushed Xiao Jianxin away with all her strength. She pushed and shoved all the way, pushing aside the soldiers blocking her way. Even Lei Haotian, who was standing with his hands behind his back, lamenting the impermanence of life, was pushed into the crowd by Yan Chichun's elbow.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, Yan Chichun finally saw the scenery inside clearly.

That was a man sitting cross-legged under an elm tree with a smile on his face.

However, his head tilted weakly to one side.

Next to him was a little girl with red eyes crying, praying weakly.

But no matter how the girl prayed.

The man who was sleeping peacefully kept his eyes closed and did not react at all.

"Can someone tell me what is going on here?!"

Yan Chichun enunciated her words with great force, her expression terrifyingly gloomy. Her hands clenched involuntarily, her nails digging deep into her flesh, and she was completely unaware even of the blood dripping.

"That's, Big Brother?"

As she wished, Bai Linglong saw Gu Junming, who was sitting cross-legged under a tree at the end of his life, but she did not feel any sadness and glanced at the people around her with a confused look on her face.

What happened?

Why did the eldest brother, who was full of energy and chatting with them not long ago, become like this now?

Senior brother...is he asleep?

At the moment, Ji Cang, Dugu Ao, Song Zhitao, Xiao Qingyue, Lei Haotian and other geniuses from five places are all present.

It's not just them.

In addition to Si Wenjun and Yu Qiuxiang, two of the Thirteen Flowers of Jinling from the Hundred Flowers Palace, there are also the Mad Dragon General Zhao Yu and the Flying Dragon General Sikong Shaohua of the Great Dragon Dynasty.

And the current leader of Ming Sect, Jing Cangshan.

These people stood silently, quietly among the crowd.

"Zhao Zhao!" Xiao Qingyue couldn't bear it. She quickly walked over, half-knelt, raised her sleeve and gently wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of Xi Zhaozhao's eyes. Her nose was sore as she said, "Senior Brother Gu is just too tired. Let him have a good sleep. Let's not disturb him, okay?"

"Sister Qingyue, I, I..."

As soon as these words were spoken, tears quickly filled Xi Zhaozhao's eyes again.

"I know, Zhao Zhao, I know everything."

Xiao Qingyue stretched out her arms, gently hugged Xi Zhaozhao, stroked her hair and comforted her: "It's okay, Senior Brother Gu is just a lazy guy, he doesn't want to get up after falling asleep."

Yan Xixi wiped away her tears and said with a twitching nose, "Senior Brother Gu, the way you pretended to be relaxed when you left was really...very handsome!"

"Alas." Song Zhitao sighed softly, "The deceased has ascended to the immortal realm. The living must be strong and not overly immersed in grief. Taking good care of yourself is the best way to remember the deceased."

"You guys, please accept my condolences."

As he spoke, Song Zhitao sighed softly again.

At this time, Song Zhitao wished that the words "Gu Yi did it on purpose" would come true.

Who leaves with a smile on their face?

You, Gu Yi, clearly did this on purpose...

Hai Nianxiang, holding a wooden crutch in both hands, struggled to come to the elm tree with tender buds.

Sliding down the wooden crutch, she stretched out her trembling hands and hugged the man with whom she had made a promise. Tears as big as beans quietly ran down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"You came too early and left too quickly. Why couldn't you hold on a little longer?"

"Spring is almost here..."