Chapter 108
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At that moment, the two ethereal figures, emerging from their shock, gradually transformed their expressions into one of reverence. They rose to their feet and knelt down.
“Your subordinate Xu Wenxuan, pays homage to the Lord!”
“Your subordinate Li Yunmo, pays homage to the Lord!”
Ye Wushuang bent down at this moment, intending to help the two rise, but her hands merely passed through their insubstantial forms.
“Lord!”
Xu Wenxuan spoke up, “We… have long been deceased…”
“Yes,” Li Yunmo continued, “We merely sealed our final wisp of soul and consciousness within this Soul-Binding Box before our demise, hoping that one day, when the Lord returns, you might find us…”
Ye Wushuang, looking at the sincerity in their eyes, smiled gently and said, “Alright, alright, rise and speak.”
The two ethereal forms stood up.
“First, tell me… how did you die?”
Upon hearing Ye Wushuang’s question, Xu Wenxuan and Li Yunmo exchanged glances.
Eventually, Xu Wenxuan began, “When the Lord arranged everything and fell into slumber, we eighteen individuals each took on our respective duties, guarding the Ye Clan and awaiting your return.”
“Initially, the major families, aware of the Lord’s absence, harbored ulterior motives. However, the eighteen of us and the Ye Clan could handle it; it wasn’t a significant issue.”
“But…” Xu Wenxuan’s voice was filled with resentment as he continued, “forces from outside the Qingyun Empire intervened.”
“What forces?”
“The Tianji Mansion!” Xu Wenxuan immediately replied, “At that time, none of us eighteen knew. This information was… was later obtained at the cost of Wang Ming and Wang Jing’s lives!”
Ye Wushuang’s expression darkened as she said, “Wang Ming and Wang Jing… are also dead…”
Xu Wenxuan added, “Back then, when the Ye Clan was attacked, we eighteen acted separately. We planned to lead the clansmen to scatter and hide. Yunmo and I were pursued here and ultimately overpowered…”
“They… might all be dead,” Xu Wenxuan said sorrowfully.
“The Tianji Mansion!”
Ye Wushuang clenched her fists tightly, her voice filled with resentment, “I will remember this grudge.”
Xu Wenxuan was a formidable swordsman, and Li Yunmo was a master puppeteer. Both were exceptionally talented and destined for greatness. However, after Ye Wushuang’s ninth divine spirit fell into slumber, the Ye Clan faced a catastrophic disaster. It was clear that the major families in the capital could not have accomplished this alone.
Behind the scenes, it was the Tianji Mansion that had orchestrated this!
They annihilated the Ye Clan but did not completely exterminate them. Instead, they left some clan members alive, extracting their bloodline spirits and treating them like livestock, all for their own use!
How detestable!
How infuriating!
“Lord, take care of yourself,” Li Yunmo said at this moment, “We are already dead and can no longer serve you. We hope that you will cherish yourself in this life.”
As these words echoed, the ethereal forms of Li Yunmo and Xu Wenxuan grew increasingly faint.
Xu Wenxuan hurriedly added, “This chessboard was set up by the two of us. Inside it, Yunmo left a puppet he crafted, the Turtle Armor. It might be of use to you now.”
With these words, the figures of Xu Wenxuan and Li Yunmo began to dissipate. The stone chessboard glowed, transforming into a soft armor that appeared in Ye Wushuang’s hands. She carefully stored it away.
At this moment, the two once again knelt respectfully, looking at Ye Wushuang and bowing deeply, “Lord, we were grateful for your care in the past. We bid you farewell in this life. Take care of yourself.”
Their voices faded as they bowed their heads to the ground, remaining there for a long while until their forms completely vanished…
At this moment, Ye Wushuang slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
“You too… take care,” she whispered.
Ye Wushuang stood there, unmoving for a long time.
“Ye Wushuang, what’s wrong with you?” a voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
