However, what supported Night Guardian who was at the Cutting Path (Stage) was not the honey jar, but Lu Ke of the Ghost Beast from Xu Xiaoshou!
âNo, Xu Xiaoshou may be lying to me about small things, but heâs only doing it to survive.
âThis guy doesnât care about small things, but heâs never ambiguous when it comes to principles. This is the fundamental reason why he refused to join the red-clothed people.
âMoreover, when a person is about to die, his words are also kind. Even if the person who is about to die is me, he has no reason to continue lying to meâŚâ
Night Guardian felt his eyelids heavy and his mind heavy.
However, every time the thought of giving up appeared in his mind, the little fellow who only knew how to talk nonsense would jump out and strike him in the head.
âNight Guardian, donât fall asleep!
âYou still have more important things to do!
âYou still havenât saved Moonless Sword Deity. You have small strength, but when a moth flies into a flame, you can still have a moment of light!
âHold on⌠until the turning point comes. There will be people who add fuel to the fire. The torch of justice will be passed on and will never be extinguished!â
Night Guardian did not know if he was talking to the little fellow in his mind or Xu Xiaoshouâs will, but his heart was humble.
I was just an ordinary member of the red-clothed people. I couldnât climb to the peak of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe for pilgrimage. I didnât have time to examine my true feelings and verify Xuâs words.
If I could live on, red-clothed peopleâs troubles would suppress me until I couldnât breathe.
If I died, it would be a relief instead. What did the truth and justice have to do with me, a nobody?
âIâm afraid Iâll have to disappoint youâŚâ
At the last moment, the skinny Night Guardian, who had his life essence sucked dry by the water ball, finally closed his eyes and let his consciousness fall into darkness.
The light and shadow of his memories flowed back and forth, and his soul fell back to the time when he was young and frivolousâŚ
âElder Wuyue, today I choose to join the white-clothed people, so I no longer have my real name. From now on, âNight Guardianâ is my code name!
âWhen the darkness is gone and justice descends, the world will no longer have the name of Night Guardian.
âIf it was not for thisâŚ
âThen I, Night Guardian, will forever guard the front lines of the darkness and will never retreat!â
Back then, the blue-clothed gorgeous Gou Wuyue, who had the demeanor of a banished immortal, didnât have any white hair on his temples. The Voice of Nulan in his hand was also full of sword might.
However, he, who was slightly older, was willing to call himself junior to follow the Seven Sword Deity, Gou Wuyue, for the rest of his life.
âYour ambition is similar to how I chose to join the Holy Divine Palace back then.â Elder Wuyueâs response was still vivid in his mind.
The memories of Night Guardian flashed back and forth, finally landing on Gou Wuyueâs answer back then.
At that time, Elder Wuyueâs eyes were still filled with ridicule. âBut my choice was questioned by a good friend. He saidâŚâ
âWho is he? What did he say?â
âNothing much. Itâs a harmless matter. Heâs just a person whoâs willing to fallâŚâ
Light and shadow flashed through the air. From the white-clothed to the red-clothed Night guardian, he had already accumulated quite a bit of fame in the Holy Divine Palace.
Before leaving, he met Elder Wuyue for the last time.
The headband on the other partyâs forehead was already wrinkled, and there were many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He had fought all year round, and he was fatigued with the journey. The brand-new clothes on his body were the same as before, and the famed sword was the same as before.
It was a pity that things had changed!
âNight Guardian, I have some words that I want to give to you.â At that moment, Elder Wuyueâs eyes were no longer as bright as they had been when they first met. Instead, there was a hint of bewilderment in them.
âWhat words?â The vicissitudes of life on Night Guardian were even greater, and there were even more battle scars.
âYou have once asked, but perhaps you have forgottenâŚâ
âSenior, I have indeed forgotten. Can you give me some pointers?â
âThe words that my good friend sent me before he died were also words that I disdained when you joined white-clothedâŚâ
Night Guardian was silent.
It was because, at this point, the confusion in Elder Wuyueâs eyes was no longer concealed.
âWhat words?â Night Guardian asked.
âHe saidâŚâ Gou Wuyue laughed. âYou chose to blind your eyes, but the world is still murky.â
âWhat does that mean?â Night Guardian was stunned.
The corners of Gou Wuyueâs lips curled up, and he whispered into his ear, âIt means âitâs hard to get out of a trap, and itâs hard to live with regretâ.â
âHahaha! Iâm just teasing you! Go on, join the red-clothed people. Rao Yaoyaoâs power is much greater than mine. I wish you a bright future!â