Chapter 1305: Chapter 89 Infatuated People Never Die Well! _2 Chapter 1305: Chapter 89 Infatuated People Never Die Well! _2 What’s going on?!

With a light splash, Qing Ming Great Master and his companion simultaneously emerged from the lake into mid-air, casting their gazes around.

Through the dense fog ahead, they could faintly make out two figures engulfed in Soul Fire, furiously charging forward.

The distance was too great and the fog too thick; even Qing Ming Great Master, straining his eyes, could not see clearly.

But considering the extent of the Soul Fire, which spanned hundreds of feet, it was clear that two seasoned experts were exerting their full strength, and in cooperation no less.

Given that this was the act of highly skilled experts joining forces, although somewhat reckless, it should be harmless. It seemed they were bracing themselves to face a dire situation, rushing forth to buy time for the main force.

Relieved, Qing Ming Great Master and his wife hastened forward, intending to offer their support.

Only when they drew closer did Qing Ming Great Master realize that the two people were Dong Pingtian and Wan Li!

The venerable ancestors from Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace and Absolute Sword Devil Palace!

Almost instinctively, Qing Ming Great Master furrowed his brow, sensing something amiss.

“Why are they the ones…”

“These two… haven’t I not seen them recently?”

“Seem like they suddenly appeared out of nowhere?”

“No, no…”

After a moment’s thought, he turned pale, “Haven’t they been missing since their last guard duty? How could they suddenly appear here?”

Qing Ming Great Master felt a surge of alarm, gripping Green Wolf Great Master’s hand tightly while calling out loudly, “Yellow Wind, Black Cloud, Green Shadow, Lan Dan, Hidden Blade, Dream Soul, where are you!”

Six people burst forth from the water in unison, “What’s wrong?”

For Qing Ming Great Master to summon these six at once, it must be a grave matter!

“Dong Pingtian and Wan Li have rushed inside!”

Qing Ming Great Master roared, “Hurry! Follow me to bring them back!”

He meant to say “capture them,” but with the situation unclear, he changed his wording at the last moment.

“They rushed in?”

The others were also greatly startled and immediately ascended to follow.

In the lake.

At this moment, Dong Pingtian and Wan Li seemed somewhat deranged, releasing their Soul Fire recklessly while persisting in their forward surge, their eyes filled with longing.

Filled with gentleness, filled with desire.

Dong Pingtian once again saw his deceased wife, standing not far away on The Other Side, smiling warmly at him.

The breeze stirred her hair, fluttering in the wind, her affectionate gaze still as tender as he remembered, softly watching him.

Just like when he had left home to make his name in the world, and she would lean by the door, looking at him return.

Excitement flushed Dong Pingtian’s face.

Little Juan, this time, I won’t keep you waiting long!

Never again!

Never again will there be such incidents where I venture out, suffer grave injuries for decades, and leave you to dwindle away worrying!

Never again will it happen, that when I return, you have aged prematurely due to overlong longing, mentally drained and with hair turned white waiting for me!

This time, I want to grow old with you!

Never again should we endure the ultimate fading of cherished love after undergoing countless trials!

Recalling his younger days, brash and driven to make his mark, his wife would always watch him leave with worry.

That persistent gaze that lingered behind him.

Even now, in midnight dreams, he still feels his spine being watched.

Back then, he was so caught up in the glory and adoration of the martial world.

It was during that time, he headed out to battle a demon.

Before leaving, he told Little Juan, “I’ll be back in three days. The worst it could take is ten days to half a month.”

That was the time he broke his promise.

While he did defeat the enemy and emerged victorious, he was also severely injured, with broken legs, shattered ribs and spine, ruptured internal organs, and his very essence nearly obliterated.

After the decisive battle, he missed the support from Cloud Palace; meanwhile, many of the enemy’s allies came searching for him.

It was as if he were jinxed — even his message transmitting jade pendant was destroyed, leaving him no means to call for help.

With no other choice, he had to drag his injured body into the deep mountains, struggling to find medicinal herbs to heal and fend off the enemies.

It was unclear how the enemy knew, but they were convinced he was hiding in this mountain range. They sealed off the mountain for fifty years, digging a hundred feet into the ground searching for him.

If not for the fact that he hid in a crevice under a cliff, spending a long time in seclusion to heal, he would not have fortunately recovered some of his strength to escape death.

Yet by then, seventy years had passed since he had left Cloud Palace.

After escaping death, sensing something even before he could deal with the matters of the martial world, he rushed back to Cloud Palace immediately.

But when he arrived home, his wife, burdened by excessive longing, had fallen ill for years, additionally suffering heartblood depletion and spiritual damage.

The beautiful woman he left behind had turned into one with a face full of wrinkles and white hair.

He had come home.

But she had aged!

He didn’t mind at all, repeatedly saying he didn’t mind, but behind the curtains, she steadfastly refused to meet him.

He remembered her crying her heart out, yet no matter what, she refused to come out.

“You said three days, you said at most half a month!”

“But you left me to age through my youth, to white my hair, still not returning!”

“Now, I am no longer the person you remember, hence will no longer meet…”

“It’s not that you despise me, but that I despise what I’ve become!”

“Knowing you’ve come back, I was already relieved, at peace!”

“With hearts no longer aligned, why force it!”