“We have to remember safety first.”
“Don’t worry, Aunt Yi. We won’t sacrifice our lives that easily.”
“Right, we have to live to accomplish our goals.” One of the girls with a round face, who was around 19 years old, gnashed her teeth with clenched fists.
Aunt Yi sighed. Three years had passed already, yet the seeds of hatred buried in these young children’s hearts had only grown all the more stronger.
Even though the past was dead, their grief had intensified.
Let alone these brooding disciples, even she could not let go of this hatred in her heart.
Yang Xirong looked up and out of the window.
In the glow of the setting sun, pedestrians were hurrying along the streets of Wanlu Town.
Holy Water Sect’s 800 disciples had been reduced to 200 after the massacre three years ago, and they fled here like stray dogs.
The critical thing was that the Holy Water Sect had lost their mainstay.
The sect master had died, and so had Eldest Senior Sister and Third Junior Sister.
Every time she thought of how sorrowful their youngest disciple would be upon facing the devastation and ruins that was once their Holy Water Sect, Yang Xirong’s heart clenched.
Her absolute greatest fault was that she hadn’t brought the child along.
She wondered how she was doing now. She should be safe…
“Master.” The leader of the young ladies was Second Peak’s Senior Sister Yu Gui.
The disciples of the three peaks had suffered countless casualties from the battle three years ago, and only a few were left.
Yang Xirong smiled bitterly and downed a cup of tea. She placated with a light nod, “Master is fine.”
So many years had passed, but every time she recalled the fireworks and wine of that night, she couldn’t help but be in anguish.
She had absolutely no idea that the joyful gathering that night was the prelude to the grim reaper’s arrival.
“Second Aunt-Master, are the others doing fine?” Chen Hanzi, who was a disciple of Third Peak, asked softly.
“They’re quite alright.” Yang Xirong nodded and looked at these six young ladies with remorse. “Back then, I sent you to Godsend Academy to scout for information. Will you blame me for making it hard for us to gather and see your martial sisters?”
All six of them shook their heads.
They were well aware of their mission.
Even in the academy, the six of them would only give each other a nod without showing their familiarity with each other.
It was just like they were only the most ordinary of students in the academy.
“Don’t worry, Second Aunt-Master, the majority of the students in the academy are good people. There will be six other people going to Mount Tai with us this time. A mentor will be leading the team, so we will be able to leave Mount Tai as soon as possible if there is danger. It won’t be fatal.” The person who spoke was Jiang Qi, a disciple of First Peak.
In fact, most of the disciples of First Peak had stayed behind back then. Jiang Qi was only 14 that year, and she along with several other younger martial sisters had gotten knocked unconscious by Murong Xun, who then pushed them onto Yang Xirong to bring away.
Of the three peaks, besides Jiang Qi and Lu Ling, who was standing beside her, less than 10 First Peak disciples had survived.
Back then, all the First Peak disciples had basically remained behind with their master Murong Xun and eldest senior sister Xu Shanshan.
Thinking back on it now, Jiang Qi couldn’t stop herself from tearing up.
She most likely wouldn’t find another master like Murong Xun in this lifetime.
“Come, let me make a toast with tea in place of wine. Even though reunions are short, it’s fine as long as we know we are all well.”
