Sara was the third member of the Poqing Society. At that time, Parker’s elder brother and his other brother were vehemently against Sara joining their cause. However, Sara was resolute, dering, “I want to fight side by side with both of you.”<fnf4e1> Newest update provided by f?ndnovel</fnf4e1>


    While Sara imed her actions were for the righteousness of the nation, the truth was simpler: she was just a young girl in love. She had little interest in national matters, whether it involved the Han or the Manchu, or even the emperor’s surname—Zhu or Aixinjueluo. All she wanted was to stand alongside Parker, the man she adored. If Parker had dered that the nation belonged to the Han people and that the emperor should bear the surname Zhu, Sara would have taken up arms with him to battle the Qing army without hesitation.


    Conversely, if Parker had yearned for a peaceful life, wanting to disarm and return to the fields, Sara would have cast aside her sword, choosing to be with him for the rest of her days, remaining loyal to him forever.


    At this moment, Sara was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down her face. She burned thest piece of yellow paper, her voice trembling as she confessed, “Brother Parker, I believed that my love for you would eventually win your heart. Yet, it was only in this final moment that I realized you have never truly loved me, not from the beginning to the end…”


    “For twenty-eight years, I have stood by your side since my youth, until you reached the age of forty. Through countless battles and narrow escapes, while numerous noble men have poured out their hearts to me, I never even nced at them!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “Because from the moment Iid eyes on you, Brother Parker, until the day I drew my sword for you, you have been the only one I cared about in these twenty-eight years. Yet, despite my humble devotion, you remain unmoved…”


    “This resentment weighs heavily on my heart…”


    At this point, Sara sobbed uncontrobly, her voice lost.


    Charlie, unable to harness his spiritual energy, could merely observe Sara’s blurred silhouette, sensing the heart-wrenching emotion emanating from her, though he couldn’t confirm it.


    On the side, Lin Wan’er (ni) couldn’t discern Sara’s figure clearly, but she could see the shadows of flickering mes in the forest, her emotions swirling in aplicated mix.


    Initially, Lin Wan’er (ni) thought Sara hade to vent her frustrations regarding her father. However, to her surprise, Sara had brought yellow paper and wine to honor her father’s grave.


    Wiping her tears away, Sara opened a jar of old wine, pouring it over the burnt yellow paper. In a hushed tone, she murmured, “Brother Parker, over the past three hundred years, I have witnessed the world change rapidly. The more it evolves, the less I wish to die.”


    “Yet, if I cannot find the Hundred Turns Thousand Returns Pill—or the means to refine it—I fear I only have a century left to live!”


    “My brother’s only daughter, Wan’er, has been avoiding me for more than three hundred years. I bear her no malice. If she simply returns the ring to me, I will not cause her any distress. However, if she continues to hide, my patience will eventually wear thin, and if I act in a way that displeases my brother, I hope she will understand.”


    After a brief pause, Sara added, “By the way, I n to venture into the Hundred Thousand Mountains next, in hopes of discovering the hidden treasures left by my Master. While I do not wish to interfere with the river’s flow, if I cannot find what I seek, I may have to turn to Wan’er for help…”


    With that, Sara poured the remaining wine from the altar onto the ground, softly saying, “Brother Parker, I must take my leave. After I obtain the Hundred Turns Thousand Returns Pill, I promise to return and pay my respects to you once more!”


    Having emptied the wine jar, Sara rose slowly, making her way out of the woods. She chose not to nce at the lively young people sighing towards the sun, descending the mountain without a backward nce.


    Little did she know, Lin Wan’er (ni), whom she had sought for over three hundred years, was among those very youths, oblivious to the connection they shared…<h3 ss="wp-block-heading has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>