I stood here, seemingly unnoticed by anyone. Given the current situation, there might be enemies coming to the door. If something goes wrong, I will save her life.
....
Eira Aeron looked at the familiar figure in front of her, memories of that man flooding back, and she unconsciously smiled happily. However, her expression soon turned somber as she said,
"Dear Sir, your junior brother, Edwards, sneaked into my room at midnight with ulterior motives and was caught red-handed. He is currently imprisoned in the dungeon beneath the manor. Have you come to demand his release or to negotiate for him?"
The woman hovering in the air showed no signs of anger, merely scoffing.
"We know that you and Silas are childhood friends with deep feelings for each other, but he never agreed to like you. Moreover, you already have a husband; why do you need to seduce and harm your childhood friend who grew up with you?"
..
Hearing this, I felt a strange sensation in my heart. At that moment, Silas, the junior brother mentioned by both women, was brought forth and immediately shouted.
"Sister, save me! She's gone crazy! I clearly rejected her, yet she still forces me; her cultivation is higher than mine. I have no ulterior motives towards her!"
The elder woman then said,
"I had already spared your life once, letting you return to the mundane world to find peace. Yet now, you have the opportunity to recover your heart and seek revenge by destroying the cultivation of your junior brother, driven by hatred… Do you not feel guilty towards your husband? Or do you only see him as a mere mortal, treating this as a debt of fate?"
Eira Aeron fell silent, staring at the jade bracelet on her wrist. Meeting him had been a life without regrets. She turned to look at the person in front of her, her childhood friend, Silas Edwards, the one she once considered the best person in the world, and gently shook her head.
"Sister, you misunderstand. I have a husband; he is just a mortal, but that bond is the most precious. This relationship was also made possible by your strength, sister. I do not blame you; I was just too blind at that time.
As for you, Edwards brother, outwardly, you resemble my husband, but he is a thousand times better than you. Do you think I still have feelings for you? Do you think I, a widow, would seek to rekindle old feelings with you? You are indeed a different person.
You've already handed him over, and things have been said. Take this person away; I never want to see him again."
..
I stood among the crowd, listening to everything. So she still feels this way. Warm feelings surged within me; she really is this naive. I couldn't help but feel my face gradually rejuvenate.
...
At that moment, a furious voice, accompanied by an imposing aura, echoed.
"Hmph! You, vile woman, have ruined a hundred-year talent of the Edwards family. How can you get away with this?"
The one who came was an old man with gray hair and a robust physique, carrying a large sword on his back, trampling through the air. He was Oliver Edwards, the head of the Edwards family.
As he arrived, the entire place fell silent, and everyone stepped aside. This man was domineering, marching forward with eyes filled with fury.
Eira Aeron took a small step back but still tried to speak.
"The young master of the Edwards family broke into my room at midnight, and I caught him red-handed. How can I be blamed for this injustice?"
"Stop your nonsense! It's unclear whether you are telling the truth or not, but it is true that the genius of the Edwards family has been ruined. Not to mention, you two are childhood friends; it's too cruel. I must teach you a lesson on behalf of the elders."
He drew his sword, and a beam of light slashed straight toward Eira Aeron . The sword's light surged forward without retreat, its might like a dragon that couldn't be stopped.
..
This might be her final moment. But this man dares to attack my wife right before my eyes.
In an instant, I appeared beside Eira, wrapping one arm around her waist and whispering into her ear.
"You've suffered so much."
..
Suddenly, the space fell silent; the sword light halted mid-air and shattered into countless tiny sparks.
She opened her eyes wide, looking at the familiar silhouette, feeling the warmth, the voice she had dreamed of day and night.
"Is that you?"
Everyone fell silent, all eyes turning to the mysterious young man who had suddenly appeared.
I casually looked at the middle-aged man before me.
Oliver Edwards remained wary, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
...
"Your nephew broke into the room of my wife at night, and you dare to come here to confront me…"
As I spoke, I held Eira close, as if I might cry at any moment. It felt warm, as if we had never been apart.
Seeing the newcomer easily neutralize his attack, Oliver Edwards felt a hint of familiarity but remained calm as he asked,
"Who are you?"
"I am Noah Drake, a person from River and Wind Village, and the husband of this young lady from the Aeron family. If my wife has gone astray, I, as her husband, will correct her. There's no need for an old man like you to offer guidance."
The crowd erupted in discussion.
At this moment, the elder woman from Cloud sect suddenly stepped forward, her face concealed by a veil, yet her entire demeanor exuded a noble, mysterious elegance. She stared at me intently, reaching out as if to touch my face, but I waved her hand away.
"Do you have something to teach me, Miss?"
Her almond-shaped eyes widened, gradually filling with tears, her voice trembling.
"Noah , is that really you? Are you still alive? That's so good, so good..."
... After a pause...
"You've become an immortal cultivator; why didn't you come find me?"
Seeing the most beautiful fairy of Cloud sect harbor feelings for and have a special relationship with the husband of Aeron family head, the crowd erupted into intense chatter.
The elder in front of me removed her veil. Her beautiful face was flawless, and her deep eyes looked at me as if waiting for something. Her soft lips moved slightly. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin pale, and her breath was fragrant, like orchids. This person was so emotional upon seeing me, yet her actions remained dignified and proud, radiating nobility, purity, and mystery.
Did I know someone like this?
I shook my head; I didn't recognize her.
Her gaze briefly flickered with sadness, biting her lip, pondering something. Eira beside me also widened her eyes, looking at me.
"Noah, don't you recognize Marie?"
Is the person before me really Marie? The innocent, simple village girl?