Published: February 24, 2025
A moment later, on the seventh floor, in Number Three Supreme VIP Pavilion,
Shen Subing, dressed in a golden floral long dress, sat on the jade chair with lifeless eyes. Her complexion was haggard, her beautiful eyes were tinged with red, and she had noticeably lost weight.
She was beautiful, originally possessing a slender beauty, but at this moment, her emaciation was heart-wrenching.
She had been waiting for Huangfu Shengxing for three months, her gaze fixed in expectation. Now, only forty days remained until the deadline for submitting the Revival Sovereign Pill, yet her master had still not appeared.
She couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen to her in forty days.
Death was not terrifying, but she could not die; if she did, who would avenge her father?
If she died, how could she fulfill her mother’s dying wish?
“Body and skin, received from parents. Compared to my mother's wish and my father's hatred, what does my innocence count for…”
Tears streamed down Shen Subing's face as she made a difficult choice, to live by sacrificing her innocence.
But she felt so unwilling; her pure and pristine body had been tarnished by Zhou Wuyun!
“Ice Clear Chief, someone wants to see you.” At that moment, a female disciple of Huangfu Shengxing's voice came from outside the door.
Shen Subing wiped her tears and said, “Let him in.”
“Creak!”
The door opened gently, and as Shen Subing turned around suddenly, her delicate body trembled. She saw a figure wrapped in the Turtle Breathing Cold Veil walking into the pavilion.
“Master... is it you?” Shen Subing slowly stood up, her gaze filled with hope.
Tan Yun, looking at Shen Subing’s haggard appearance through the cold veil, nodded slightly, “Disciple, it is your master.”
The voice remained old and weathered.
“Wuwu…” Shen Subing suddenly lost control of her emotions, tears streaming down her face as she cried heart-wrenchingly, lunging into Tan Yun's embrace and holding him tightly.
She felt so wronged, sobbing uncontrollably, “Master… why did you come so late… why did you come so late… do you know that I’ve been waiting for you for three months…”
Shen Subing cried like a child, her cries piercingly sorrowful.
Feeling the warmth and dampness against his chest, Tan Yun understood it was Shen Subing’s tears.
Tan Yun raised his hands slightly, hovering above Shen Subing's fragile back, pausing briefly, before gently holding her in his arms and patting her back, “Good disciple, stop crying. Your master has been a bit busy lately; I just saw the flag on Azure Spirit Immortal Mountain and rushed over.”
“What is it, you need to find your master for something?” Tan Yun had to maintain his disguise.
“Master…” Shen Subing released Tan Yun’s embrace, biting her lip, her face resembling a pear blossom, choking back tears, “Master, I beg you to help me refine a batch of Revival Sovereign Pills, is that possible?”
“Foolish disciple, there's no need to ask for this; your master will help you refine it.” Tan Yun raised both hands to wipe away the tears from Shen Subing’s stunning face, “Don’t cry.”
“Mm… I won’t cry… but there are only forty days left until I have to submit the Revival Sovereign Pill; will you be able to make it in time?” Shen Subing asked tearfully.
“I will be able to make it in time.” Tan Yun's tone was confident.
“Thank you, Master.” Shen Subing smiled through her tears, her haggard face showing deep gratitude, “Master, you are so good; I love you to death.”
“Fool, if I don't treat you well, who else should I treat well?” Tan Yun smiled.
“Master, let's go quickly; let’s refine alchemy in my Ice Clear Hall.” Shen Subing playfully stuck out her tongue, took Tan Yun's hand, and walked towards the door.
“Dear guest, please hold on.” Just as Tan Yun was pulled by Shen Subing to step out of the pavilion, a female disciple waiting at the door respectfully spoke up, “Respected guest, Elder De asked me to inform you that the eleven items you wanted have already found five.”