"Cyan Lotus, I'll hold them back, you must go quickly!"
"Master, this disciple wishes to fight to the death alongside you!"
"Child, it's been five hundred years, Cyan Lotus Sect has finally awaited you, you cannot die."
"Master!!"
Qiu Zhihe abruptly opened her eyes, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her chest heaving incessantly.
It had been a long time since she last dreamed of that day on Celestial Ridge Mountain.
At that time, she and her master were besieged by the experts of the Three Great Sects.
Her master intended to sacrifice himself to let her escape, but she wanted to fight the Three Great Sects to the death, to avenge her fallen fellow disciples.
Back then, Xia Qinglian was proud and aloof, killing countless enemies, how could she ever think of running away?
