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If I Had Known Sooner (早知如此)

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Shen Qingqiu saw his eyes had cleared. He let out a breath of relief and wiped away the blood by his lips. In a calm tone, he said: "Awake?"

After a pause, he then said: "If you are awake, we can have a good talk."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Luo Binghe, tell the truth, how long have you been cultivating demonic techniques?"

Once these words were spoken out loud, Luo Binghe felt as though he’d suddenly dropped from a high altitude into a bone-chilling pond. There was no way he could remain hazy and unconscious even if he wanted.

He saw Shen Qingqiu’s face as cold as ice and frost, and his heart dropped straight down.

In the past, Shen Qingqiu would always call him Binghe, and would not directly call his full name.

He whispered: “Shizun, this disciple can explain.”

Although Luo Binghe was still an adolescent, he had always been composed and calm, with an old head on his young shoulders. This time, an expression of alarm and bewilderment could actually be seen on his face, as he hurriedly wanted to explain but didn’t know where he should start. The dignified male protagonist had fallen this low. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t stand to watch this any longer, his heart unable to bear it. He rushed ahead to say: “You don’t need to explain, I know everything."

Luo Binghe stared blankly at him and asked: “Shizun knows?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded: "I know. I know that you are a demon, and I know you have become an apprentice to Meng Mo [Dream Demon]."

Luo Binghe became more and more flustered, at a complete loss as to what to do. Shen Qingqiu sighed and raised his hand. He touched Luo Binghe’s head to placate him, and let out a very light sigh: "You always said you would obediently listen to me, but you were not willing to tell me about such a huge event. Does your heart really not believe in this teacher that much?"

Luo Binghe hurriedly shook his head in a panic, eager to explain but not knowing where to start: “No! The disciple was only… only afraid… only..." He suddenly paused and looked straight at Shen Qingqiu. "Shizun, you don’t blame me?"

Hearing this, Shen Qingqiu smiled and asked in reply: “Has this teacher ever blamed you?" He lowered his voice and said, "This teacher knows, you are afraid I will reject you because you are a demon, and will drive you off the mountain. I know you are afraid, and that is the reason why you concealed it from this teacher."

"I have not blamed you. In the past, I taught you: There is no one in this world who is intolerable by both heaven and earth."

Luo Binghe blinked and tried to silently endure, but his eyes still misted over. His eyelashes could not bear the weight of his tears and allowed them to fall. Shen Qingqiu reached out and took him into his arms.

Luo Binghe hugged him tightly, as if he was clutching his last lifeline. After a long time, he finally let out a low sob of grief.

Shen Qingqiu lowered his voice even further and coaxed him like a child: "Don't cry, don't cry."

Luo Binghe hugged him even tighter. Shen Qingqiu patted his head and sighed softly: "Binghe, this teacher does not blame you, but you cannot stay here."

"The Immortal Alliance Conference was invaded by Demons, and your Demonic bloodline was exposed at this time. I believe in you without a doubt, but others will definitely not tolerate you. If you stay, you will only be a victim of this accident."

Luo Binghe’s face, covered in tear tracks, turned white: "So Shizun’s meaning is?"

Shen Qingqiu didn't have the heart to look at his face. After a pause, he finally opened his mouth: "You should go down from here."

He didn’t know if he was persuading Luo Binghe or persuading himself. He said: "The Endless Abyss is of course dangerous, but you would still have a ray of hope. If you stay and are discovered by others, this teacher is afraid I cannot protect you."

Luo Binghe turned back to see the tumultuous demonic energy roiling endlessly in the ravine endlessly, the wailing of tens of thousands of spirits, thousands of pairs of deformed arms stretching out from the crack facing towards the Human Realm, seeking blood and flesh. The places deeper in the depths were concealed by ominous black fog and crimson ghostlight.

He took a deep breath and his voice trembled: "Shizun..."

Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to listen any further, and hurriedly interrupted him: "Go. Past the Endless Abyss is the Demon world. Come back once you can control the demonic energy within your body."

Luo Binghe did not say anything and only stared at him. Shen Qingqiu’s heart beat irregularly under his stare. In this short moment, numerous thoughts flashed through his brain. He even thought, if Luo Binghe did not go down, then what would... what should he do? Shen Qingqiu clearly did not have an answer, but Luo Binghe answered for him: “From now on, this disciple will not be here, but I still hope Shizun lives well and cherishes himself."

After he said this, he turned away. Shen Qingqiu’s brain stopped working, but his body acted first. He pulled Luo Binghe’s sleeve: "Wait."

Luo Binghe stopped, but did not dare to turn back: "Shizun, if you block me anymore, I really will not want to go down."

These words sounded like that original spoiled tone from back then. Shen Qingqiu’s attention was lost for a moment, when suddenly his heart began to ache.

He untied his personal sword and put it into Luo Binghe's hands: "I will wait for your return."

For cultivators, personal swords were akin to half of one’s life, how could they be easily entrusted to another.

Luo Binghe grasped Xiu Ya. In the end, he turned around. He looked at Shen Qingqiu and said softly: "Shizun, if I can return to Qing Jing Peak in my lifetime... I have a lot I want to say to you."

Shen Qingqiu nodded: "I also have a lot of words I want to say to you."

The corner of Luo Binghe’s mouth finally pulled up into a smile, and then he leaned back and fell into the Endless Abyss.

Three years later, the reigning king returned, and he was still that cute, obedient, and warm as sunlight Qing Jing Peak youth.

What the hell, Shen Qingqiu had expressed he did not want to see Luo Binghe giving him lovers' sweettalk while making him unable to get out of bed. Although there was no tearing people into human sticks, this traitorous disciple was still bullying his elders!