TSFLIP Chapter 405

Her master was called Xuan Qingzi…

Fang Yue suddenly recalled that he had a junior disciple named Xuan Qing. Suppressing the answer that was about to burst forth from his mind, he asked again for confirmation, “That once-glorious sect of yours—who were its past sect leaders?”

“Let me think…” She wasn’t good at history. Every time she entered the library pavilion, it was usually just to pass the time by reading old tales and folklore. After pondering for a moment, she said, “The first sect leader was Qiu Baizi. The second… was Daoist Chongzhen. The third… I can’t remember. I only know that the seventh leader was my master, and as for the sixth… there’s no name recorded in the sect’s history.”

“Why… is there no name?”

“I don’t know. Senior Brother once asked Master about it, but Master only said that it was his own master and refused to say anything more.”

Fang Yue knew exactly why.

The name of the sixth sect leader was unworthy of being recorded in history.

The names Feng Guang had just mentioned—those same names existed in Fang Yue’s sect as well. Suddenly, he realized that the Cold Abyss Sword hadn’t simply connected two worlds. Instead, it had transported its current master to meet its previous master.

Feng Guang… was someone from a world hundreds of years in the future.

“Fang Yue, what’s wrong?”

Fang Yue’s grip around her tightened. He buried his face into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. Upon realizing that she was centuries ahead of his time, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

Even if she left him now, all he had to do was wait a few hundred years, and he would find her again.

It was like a safeguard—an assurance that she would never truly be lost to him.

“Fang Yue… mmph!”

He suddenly cupped her chin, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, leaving her no chance to breathe.

Feng Guang had no idea why he was acting so intensely all of a sudden, but once he pressed her down onto the bed, she no longer had the time to think about it.

An entire afternoon and evening were once again wasted in bed.

Late into the night, the girl lay sprawled over the man, sighing in resignation.

For a twenty-something-year-old virgin who had just lost his innocence, his girlfriend had to suffer…

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Feng Guang and Fang Yue lived in the wooden cabin for over twenty days.

On the night of the twenty-seventh, Fang Yue finally set off for Xuan Sect.

Why was he alone?

Because Feng Guang was asleep.

Of course, it wasn’t just regular sleep—he had used a sleeping drug.

He despised such underhanded methods, but to keep Feng Guang from danger, he had no other choice.

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Mingyin Temple was a place of quiet contemplation within Xuan Sect’s territory, a sanctuary where cultivators could clear their minds and seek enlightenment. Those who found themselves lost or wavering in their path would come here to regain clarity.

Daoist Yimu, however, visited Mingyin Temple every month.

It seemed his heart had long been shrouded in confusion—so much so that he had birthed inner demons.

Tonight, the moonlight was cool and clear.

With Fang Yue’s cultivation, he easily avoided all the patrolling disciples and reached his destination. Two disciples stood guard outside Mingyin Temple, but with just a flicker of movement, he knocked them unconscious—without endangering their lives.

He still held some respect for his fellow disciples.

Inside, Daoist Yimu, who had been meditating on a prayer mat, slowly opened his eyes.

“You’ve finally come.”

“Senior Brother…”

A beautiful, delicate woman tightened her grip on the sword in her hands. She called out to him softly, her expression conflicted.

Fang Yue spared her only a glance before turning back to Yimu.

“I came here today to ask you one thing—do you feel any remorse?”