Looking at the blue hairpin in Bai Shu's palm, everyone seemed to remember the charm of the hairpin when it was inserted behind Ye Taoling's head.

The man was dressed in red and as bright as snow, with a little red sand on his white wrist, but behind her head was a little breathtaking blue, which was like a stroke of magic, bunting the flames in one place.

The red clothes are the thing that best represents Ye Taoling, and this hairpin for Ye Taoling is like that red sand, and is Ye Taoling's soul.

The entire mountain road was silent, and the needles could be heard, and all eyes were gathered in Bai Shu's palm.

Everyone knew that Bai Shu and Ye Taoling did have deep affection, otherwise Ye Taoling would not have been able to wear Bai Shu's sword when he returned to the Sword Sect, and Bai Shu would not have been able to hold Ye Taoling's hairpin at this moment.

Bai Shu closed his palms and wiped out the dark blue flame in everyone's eyes. He lowered his hand to his side and took a step without any haste.

A group of disciples of the Sword Sect subconsciously took a step back. They were not afraid of power, nor were they afraid of Bai Shu.

However, the long-term worship and pity for Ye Taoling made them dare not disobey Ye Taoling's wishes.

Bai Shu came to the Sword Sect this time, not to participate in the discussion of the four sects, nor to prove his innocence. He risked being an enemy of the entire Sword Sect and carried a mountain on his back, not for anything else, just to see Ye Taoling.

Bai Shu remembered the poem he gave to her a year ago when Xingyun was knocked down by Qiancang. After she turned her back to Ye Taoling.

It is difficult to part when we meet, and the east wind is weak and the flowers are in lingering.
Chapter completed!