Tears welled up in Su Yu's eyes. "Mistress," he said, "Teacher loved you all his life. It was true when he was alive, and it is also true now that he is dead…"
A smile hung on Xi Ruolan's lips, her eyelids slowly closing. She softly muttered, "That's good… That's good… I still have two bottles of elixirs in my robe left for his disciple, Zhao Guang… Help me pass it on as a last favor… Finally, can you bury me with Brother Guang?"
Su Yu replied through tears, "All right…"
"Thank… you…" Xi Ruolan's voice scattered with the wind, her lifeless hand, caressing Su Yu's palm just a moment before, fell limp. With a satisfied smile, Xi Ruolan drifted away, as if slipping into a deep slumber. Perhaps she would be reunited with Li Guang in her dreams.
Su Yu controlled his grief. Later, he brought her before the grave of Li Guang.
Whoosh—
