Fu Xuan’s head snapped around, glaring at Qing Que.
“Do you know her?”
Qing Que looked a little guilty. “I…I don’t know…”
Fu Xuan sighed.
It was normal for Qing Que to not know. This person’s records had been erased by the Xianzhou, a [Traitor] with a name erased from history.
Fu Xuan had not lived through that era either.
However, due to the nature of her identity, she often received orders to perform calculations and learn from the past, which inevitably brought her into contact with some of the sealed secrets.
This is how she learned of Jing Liu’s existence, and the identity that name represented.
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Jing Liu’s expression suddenly changed.
The dangerous smile was gone, and the eerie aura vanished without a trace.
Her eyes were as clear and bright as red carnelian stones.
“Upholding this oath, we, the Cloud Riders, like the clouds that shroud the sky, shall protect the Xianzhou.”
“Draw your swords!”
In front of all the Cloud Riders, the young Jing Liu was full of spirit, a true heroine!
The young boy she ordered to draw his sword immediately complied.
“Yes! Master!”
Seeing the boy’s image, Qing Que chuckled, “Ha, this person looks like General Jing Yuan, could he be his old man’s illegitimate son?”
The next second.
He met the Taiboo’s gaze, as if looking at an idiot.
Qing Que realized he had spoken out of turn, and asked tentatively, “This is…General Jing Yuan when he was young?”
“The woman next to him is Jing Liu, General Jing Yuan’s former master?”
“You still have some brains left.”
As soon as Fu Xuan’s voice fell.
The two sides engaged in a fierce battle.
Jing Liu’s attacks were incredibly swift and deadly, Jing Yuan could only barely parry them.
Suddenly, the scene shifted back to the past.
Little Jing Yuan was swinging his long sword relentlessly.
He was already sweating profusely, his mouth wide open, breathing rapidly.
His master, on the other hand, was still strict and demanding.
“Grip it tight!”
“As a Cloud Rider, you cannot let your weapon slip from your hand, your form must be firm.”
“Yes! Master!”
“Buzz—!”
The scene changed again.
In the midst of the flames, a soldier had fallen into the clutches of Demon Yin.
“Master…”
“He doesn’t recognize us anymore…”
Young Jing Yuan seemed to be facing this situation for the first time.
He hesitated to attack his fellow soldier.
Jing Liu behind him remained emotionless, drawing her weapon from her bosom.
“Falling into Demon Yin is a fate of the Everlasting Kind.”
A flash of cold light.
The soldier was slain.
“Demon Yin is the destiny of the Everlasting Kind.”
“If one day, I fall into Demon Yin, you must never show mercy.”
“Yes…Master…”
These words seemed to become a prophecy.
The following scene showed Jing Liu kneeling on the cold ground, huddled in a ball, trembling uncontrollably, emitting a pained whimper.
A stark contrast to the resolute, sharp-tongued female swordsman from before!
And Jing Yuan.
Was on the outside of the cage, watching helplessly.
“Those who fall into Demon Yin, their senses are reversed, their humanity lost.”
“Go back, Jing Yuan.”
“Jing Liu is gone.”
“Bang—!”
The memories of the past were abruptly interrupted by countless ice-cold blades.
Jing Yuan was sent flying backwards by the blow, tumbling dozens of feet across the ground.
The demonic Jing Liu, still emotionless, walked towards him.
In Jing Yuan’s golden pupils, a faint, crystal-like shimmer flickered.
Fu Xuan and Qing Que were both dumbfounded!
Since they had known him, General Jing Yuan had always been mature and composed, when had they ever seen him like this, a sight that pierced the heart!
Before seeing this clip, if anyone had said that General Jing Yuan could feel pain, hesitate, or be driven to desperation.
They absolutely wouldn’t have believed it!
Only after seeing this video did they realize.
No one is born a leader!
No one is born ready to be a general!
The process.
Must have involved pain and struggle that ordinary people could not imagine!
At this moment.
Jing Yuan’s eyes slowly hardened, as if he had made a decision.
The hand gripping his weapon emitted a golden aura.
His entire body seemed to be bathed in golden flames.
A gigantic golden phantom was forming.
“Farewell, Master.”
“Let this disciple…”
“…repay your kindness for teaching me!”
He swung his weapon.
The Divine General behind him simultaneously swung his golden blade.
In the golden light that seemed like the scorching sun, Jing Liu’s figure slowly disappeared.
Fu Xuan and Qing Que gaped.
In just a few minutes.
The helplessness and cruelty of falling into Demon Yin, the grievances between Jing Yuan and Jing Liu… were all displayed vividly!
Just as Fu Xuan was about to say something.
The scene suddenly shifted.
The style changed to bright sunshine.
“Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight…”
“Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine…”
“Ten thousand!”
Familiar surroundings, familiar instructions.
Only.
The master and disciple had changed from Jing Liu and little Jing Yuan to Jing Yuan and little Yan Qing.
Jing Yuan said in a deep voice, “As a Cloud Rider, you cannot let your weapon slip from your hand, your form must be firm.”
“Yes!”
Jing Yuan smiled slightly, his voice becoming a little lazy, “But you’re still too young, you can’t be called a Cloud Rider yet.”
“I want to be like the General, to become a legend that will be remembered on the Xianzhou!”
“What’s so good about that, this path is not easy,” Jing Yuan said casually.
“But didn’t the General walk this path and become what he is now?” Yan Qing argued.
His eyes held the stubbornness and aspirations of a young boy.
Silence fell for a moment.
Jing Yuan furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, deep in thought.
Suddenly, he smiled, “Since you’re so eager, let’s practice then?”
“Okay!”
“I won’t hold back!”
Thus, the clip ended.
In the Taiboo’s office, silence reigned.
The two seemed to be still immersed in the emotions of the clip.
After a while.
Qing Que was the first to speak, sighing, “General Jing Yuan, it wasn’t easy!”
“Looking at Jing Yuan and Jing Liu back then, then looking at Jing Yuan and Yan Qing now, it feels like another lifetime.”
“Wouldn’t it be Yan Qing in the future saying, ‘General…with this move…I shall repay your kindness for teaching me!’?”
Fu Xuan sighed, “Qing Que, if you have nothing to say, just don’t say anything.”
“Yes, Taiboo.”