What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

When Xie Jiexue found Lin Wuhua in a small pavilion next to the Sutra Repository, he was overjoyed.

Lin Wuhua was surrounded by five or six disciples, holding an unidentified scroll in his hand.

He said something that elicited bursts of laughter from those around him.

Xie Jiexue approached and heard Lin Wuhua recounting his glorious past.

Or rather, bragging.

He was reciting poems at the age of three, drinking in taverns, and sneaking out of town to hunt.

The past was all ordinary and unremarkable, yet he described it in a dramatic and captivating way.

Xie Jiexue: "..."

She had been standing behind Lin Wuhua for five minutes, and he hadn't noticed anything.

Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore.

Lin Wuhua laughed so hard he swayed, and subconsciously reached for the tea.

Then his hand shivered from the cold, and he instinctively flung the cup away.

The cup was about to fall to the ground.

The sword suddenly appeared in Lin Wuhua's hand.

Without any surge of magical power, the sword struck and carried the object into the air, where it was caught by Lin Wuhua.

No water was spilled—because all the water had turned to ice.

"Aha!"

Then, Lin Wuhua did it directly in front of everyone.

"Which fellow practitioner is playing this joke on me? Step forward and explain yourself..."

The smile froze.

Lin Wuhua noticed that everyone present was looking at him and what was behind him.

Lin Wuhua turned around and saw Xie Jiexue with a dark face.

"Jie Xue, didn't you go to practice your sword?"

......

Xie Jiexue frowned, looking at Lin Wuhua and the others.

A year has passed, and she is no longer the same as before.

A simple longsword rested at her waist, and her long, straight black hair, which used to fall to her shoulders, had grown even longer, but she had tied it up for easier sword practice.

Her aloof demeanor grew even more aloof, and a slight chill began to emanate from her.

This is a sign of concentrating one's thoughts and feelings.

She looked at the others.

"The Sutra Repository is an important place for the sect; it's best not to have fun here."

"Although Elder Bai Wushu is in seclusion and not present, it is disrespectful for him to see such an unsettling scene."

Although her words weren't harsh, they already carried a hint of admonition.

No one found it strange.

Although Xie Jiexue has only been a disciple of the sect for a year, she is the sect leader's first disciple, and she has already proven her speed of progress.

He is the fastest person to advance in the sect's history, without exception.

Before her, the fastest person in history to complete the Body Forging Realm was the Sect Master who forged the Supreme Frost.

That sect leader was also a user of the Frost attribute sword bone, and it took him one year and seven months.

Xie Jiexue, including the time it took to get familiar with the basics, completed this step in less than twelve months.

Talent is one aspect, but hard work certainly plays a part.

Lin Wuhua didn't have anything to be ashamed of.

He turned around and spoke to the others.

"That concludes today's sermon, everyone. See you next time."

This is not preaching at all; it's pure blatant lying.

After everyone left, a few people who were on good terms with Lin Wuhua occasionally winked at him.

Xie Jiexue was left standing there, arms crossed, looking at Lin Wuhua.

Lin Wuhua straightened his back a little, but the smile still lingered in his eyes.

Getting caught for slacking off is never a good look, and Xie Jiexue has already arrested him several times.

Xie Jiexue moved closer and tightened his grip on his sword.

"The beauty of nature," she said.

Lin Wuhua pretended not to know what Xie Jiexue was talking about: "Do you want some tea, Jiexue?"

He grasped the frozen teacup in his hand, and within three seconds, the ice inside had fallen out.

In front of Xie Jiexue, he poured himself a new cup of tea and casually took out a new tea set from his spatial ring—Xie Jiexue's personal tea set.

Xie Jiexue: "..."

She pursed her lips, determined not to fall for Lin Wuhua's scheme.

It's always like this. Lin Wuhua has tried to persuade her several times, sometimes with a combination of threats and accusations, but each time he manages to get away with it.

"Wuhua, you haven't practiced your sword properly for three days."

"The elders of Jiangjian Hall are very saddened by your situation."

Although Lin Wuhua is not Xie Jiexue, and the attributes of the sword bone are unknown, he is still the owner of the sword bone.

Moreover, his comprehension was clearly superior to Xie Jiexue's.

Therefore, quite a few elders actually have high expectations for him.

But he doesn't practice swordsmanship.

Lin Wuhua withdrew her hand: "Why do you say that about me?"

"I practice every morning, Jie Xue, you have to believe me, don't slander my innocence."

Xie Jiexue felt her blood and qi surging upwards from the soles of her feet.

Why is Lin Wuhua, who was gentle yet principled, strict yet lively, acting so strangely when I met her?

Xie Jiexue: "That's the sect's morning lesson, and the sect's grand competition is about to begin."

Lin Wuhua: "So our sect still has a grand competition?"

Xie Jiexue's heart and lungs stopped.

Lin Wuhua knew perfectly well that he was just teasing her.

Xie Jiexue's childlike face finally couldn't take it anymore.

Lin Wuhua's face made her want to punch him, or do something else to make him lose his composure.

After thinking for a moment, Xie Jiexue's attention shifted to the teacup next to Lin Wuhua.

Just now, Lin Wuhua was busy refuting Xie Jiexue and didn't have time to pour her tea.

Xie Jiexue originally wanted to point it out so that Lin Wuhua could pour her tea, but she quickly gave up.

Lin Wuhua can handle it, but she has to do something that he can't.

She stomped her foot, walked over with a stern face, and then drank Lin Wuhua's tea in one gulp.

The tea was at the perfect temperature, warming her chest.

When she looked up, Lin Wuhua stared at her blankly.

For a fleeting moment, Xie Jiexue raised his head, a triumphant look on his face.

Until Lin Wuhua pointed it out.

"Jie Xue, this is my tea."

Xie Jiexue felt a pang of guilt, but remained arrogant: "What, I can't use your cup?"

She handed him the cup: "Here, fill it up for me."

Lin Wuhua: "That's what I drank."

Xie Jiexue: "..."

Her mind went blank for a moment before she realized what Lin Wuhua was talking about.

"—That's the one I drank."

Her feigned calm shattered, and her ears and neck instantly flushed red.

Xie Jiexue turned her head away, refusing to look at Lin Wuhua.

But Lin Wuhua wouldn't allow it.

Lin Wuhua: "So even the Snow-Cutting Maiden can blush?"

Suddenly, he turned around, rested his chin on his hand, and his face was full of that indescribable smile.

"Why aren't you looking at me anymore? Jie Xue~"

Xie Jiexue was so angry that her blood rushed to her head; she felt both ashamed and furious.

She was blushing because she was shy, but Lin Wuhua's actions made her no longer shy.

She looked up and bumped her head against Lin Wuhua's chest, causing him to stagger.

Before Lin Wuhua's old strength had dissipated and before his new strength had arisen, she grabbed Lin Wuhua's shoulder and gave him another push.

Lin Wuhua was pinned to the ground by her, and she sat directly on his waist.

"Lin Wuhua," she said, pressing his shoulder and staring at him, her face flushed, "you can't even beat me, what else do you have to say?"

"Starting today, I will supervise your sword practice."

"Otherwise, I would have to do this every day."