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

Xie Jiexue stared blankly at Lin Wuhua, not understanding what he was talking about.

The wind was strong and persistent at the mountaintop, forcing Lin Wuhua to hold onto the jagged cliff face.

In the strong wind, Xie Jiexue's long hair swayed.

At this moment, Xie Jiexue's long hair, starting from the roots, had lost most of its original clear, jet-black color and turned snow-white.

As the wind blows, tiny ice crystals flutter out from between the strands of hair.

Like white snow.

Xie Jiexue instinctively reached out to help him.

But she stopped as soon as she took a step.

The chill traveled much faster than she could walk; almost the instant she took a step, the ice flowers extended toward Lin Wuhua.

The Sword Domain Realm's domain is passive, and because part of its power comes from Supreme Frost, Xie Jiexue can't even control it.

Lin Wuhua's health was not as good as before, and he could not even stand steadily in the wind, so he naturally could not withstand these things.

Xie Jiexue opened her mouth, wanting to say something to him, something they had said before, something unimportant.

But when the words reached her lips, Xie Jiexue felt as if her throat was frozen, and she couldn't speak.

Then she heard herself say, "Wuhua, what's the matter?"

Xie Jiexue was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

This statement seems inappropriate; it shouldn't have been said at this time, much less by her.

But Xie Jiexue thought about it and still didn't know what to say or what would be appropriate.

After all, Lin Wuhua came to see her, so he must have something to say.

So it's only right that she asks.

Yes, that's right.

Lin Wuhua watched her from afar.

His body seemed extremely weak, but his eyes were exceptionally clear, so clear that Xie Jiexue couldn't understand them, and they frightened her.

She instinctively felt that it wasn't the gaze of someone about to die.

Xie Jiexue then shifted his body and looked away.

"Wuhua, I will become the Supreme Sword Master," she said, uttering these ambiguous words.

The undercurrents beneath the lake of her heart seemed to be churning; she had to get back as soon as possible.

Lin Wuhua did not move aside.

He stood in the wind, looking at Xie Jiexue's half-white long hair. There was no blame or disappointment in his eyes, only some other emotions that she couldn't recognize.

"Jiexue, could you catch me a rabbit?"

"I want to eat rabbit."

Xie Jiexue was stunned.

Some memories surfaced.

She remembered many years ago when he took her out to play, to visit temple fairs, and to release lotus lanterns.

On their way back, the two roasted a wild rabbit in the forest next to the Sword Sect.

The wind seemed less strong that day than today, and the rabbit seemed delicious.

But it seems that even earlier, Lin Wuhua had given her a wild rabbit.

But when was that?

What happened that day?

What did that rabbit taste like again?

She forgot, she can't remember.

But none of that matters anymore.

Beneath the lake of the heart, the undercurrents seem to be growing stronger, even beginning to attempt to breach the ice.

One after another, as if something was trying to break free.

Xie Jiexue closed her eyes.

The Supreme Forgetfulness Technique suddenly activated, crushing those undercurrents.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no longer a ripple in those icy lake-like eyes.

She casually beckoned a disciple to her.

"Go and roast a rabbit for Elder Lin. He has worked hard and made great contributions, so we must not mistreat him."

She didn't give Lin Wuhua a chance to ask any more questions.

"Elder Lin, is there anything I can help you with? I still have cultivation matters to attend to."

Lin Wuhua's gaze changed noticeably.

His hand clenched suddenly, he was taken aback for a moment, but then quickly released it.

Xie Jiexue thought he would blame her.

But Lin Wuhua did not.

He just pursed his lips, his gaze lingering on her face for a long time, making her shrink back against the cliff.

"Jie Xue, I want to go and observe the Supreme Frost." He simply said.

Xie Jiexue immediately nodded: "Okay."

She raised her hand and handed her sword to Lin Wuhua.

This sword is the one Xie Jiexue has been using since she joined the sect, but by now it can no longer keep up with her cultivation level.

She no longer needs it, so it's better to give it to Lin Wuhua.

"This is my sword. With it, Supreme Frost will not oppress you."

Lin Wuhua looked at the sword and remained silent for a moment: "...Thank you."

He took the sword from Xie Jiexue and carefully held it in his arms.

But just before turning to leave, Lin Wuhua hesitated for a moment.

But in the end, he turned around and looked back.

"Jie Xue, no matter what happened, remember, I don't blame you."

Xie Jiexue stared at his retreating figure without saying a word.

She didn't understand what he was saying.

Did she do something wrong? He wanted to blame her.

It wasn't until Lin Wuhua's figure completely disappeared that Xie Jiexue suddenly remembered.

"How is his health?"

She forgot to ask.

......

Lin Wuhua returned to the Sutra Repository.

There was no one left in the library.

With years of war, no one has had the leisure to come here to carefully explore sword techniques and trace their origins.

All disciples who have reached the level of combat strength have been dispatched to various places. Where there is a need for cultivation, there are also local senior brothers and elders to guide their cultivation.

In his quiet room, Lin Wuhua began to organize his things.

He took out his old notebooks one by one, sorted them by category, carefully wrapped them in cloth, and put them into his parcel.

"Are you getting ready to leave?"

Lin Wuhua didn't even turn his head.

"Yes, I have some things to do."

Lin Wuhua recognized the familiar voice as Bai Wushu's.

He tidied up the small package, lifted it, and left the quiet room.

Bai Wushu is outside.

Are you planning to come back?

"It probably won't work," Lin Wuhua put down the package and looked at his master. "I don't have enough time."

He spoke of something very serious as if it were nothing.

"And you, Master?" he asked again.

Bai Wushu stood up, supported himself, and picked up a classic book.

"Just like you, I'm here to tidy up."

"The situation is not good. The library needs to be prepared. If things get really bad, at least we can leave something for those who come after us."

"I happened to be injured, just like you, so I was sent here to do this job."

"I see..." Lin Wuhua nodded. "I understand."

He also took a book and started organizing it with his master.

Bai Wushu: "Aren't you going to get busy?"

"There's no rush," Lin Wuhua said, his fingers swiftly sweeping across the spines of a row of books, accurately selecting the book he needed.

"I've read every book here, I remember the locations, and I can do it faster than you."

"and......"

A stack of books was thrown onto the table with a dull thud.

He coughed lightly.

"We need to leave something to look forward to, don't we?"