The clamor of the Jianghu gradually subsided, and sunlight spilled over the land once more, breathing new vitality into a realm that had endured countless tribulations. Linger, Xiaoyan, and Ziling stood upon a mountain peak, gazing down at a Jianghu that felt both familiar and strange, their hearts filled with deep emotion.
The name Xu Tiancai had once existed like a legend, and his ultimate goal had never been forgotten. What he pursued was not merely personal glory and achievement, but a Jianghu filled with justice and peace. Though his figure had vanished, his spirit remained like a brilliant Xingchen, illuminating the path forward for everyone.
Linger sighed softly, a steadfast light flashing in her eyes: "We must never forget Brother Xu's dying wish. Though the Jianghu has regained its peace, we must remain constantly vigilant to prevent evil from taking root once more." Xiaoyan nodded slightly, her gaze revealing a hint of gentleness mixed with resolve: "That's right. We must carry on Brother Xu's spirit and let more people understand the precious value of justice and peace." Ziling tightly gripped the long sword in her hand, as if feeling the strength Xu Tiancai once possessed: "I will use my sword to protect this Jianghu and fight for Brother Xu's ideals."
Chapter 39