SWNOVELS Chapter 1612
"However, on the night of the wedding, I killed that old man!" Lydia's eyes narrowed as the scene from that night replayed in her mind. She had been dressed in a wedding gown. The old man, who was over 80 years old, had drunkenly insisted on consummating the marriage.
Just as the old man lifted her veil... Lydia took out the scissors she had prepared in advance and stabbed him in the heart. She stabbed him over 20 times, and blood stained the entire floor.
Lydia was terrified. She sat on the ground in a daze, motionless. The servants smelled the blood and rushed in to find the old man dead. They immediately tied Lydia up and reported the incident to the authorities overnight.
The county magistrate, who had once benefited from the old man's kindness, was heartbroken upon learning of his benefactor's murder. He interrogated Lydia overnight.
Lydia confessed to the murder without hesitation. The laws at the time demanded a life for a life, and Lydia was sentenced to be executed after autumn passed.
During her time in prison, she thought about Johnathan day and night. He had also visited her a few times, and with each visit, Lydia noticed he looked more and more haggard. One day, Lydia smiled and asked him, "Mr. Calcraft, you look so worn out. Do you feel sorry for me?"
Johnathan was speechless. "You were my apprentice for five years. Even if my heart were made of iron, it would've softened by now!"
Lydia smiled again. It was a smile of joy and contentment.
After that visit, she never saw Johnathan again. On the day of her execution, the executioner asked if she had any last wishes.
Lydia said she wanted to see her benefactor one last time and was driven to the town's pharmacy in the prison cart.
At the entrance stood a man dressed in white, sharpening a sword. During the Light Dynasty, martial arts were highly valued. Swordsmanship was among them, so the government did not strictly control blades.
Lydia looked at the man sharpening the sword and found him somewhat familiar. He resembled Johnathan but looked at least 20 years younger.
"Young sir, do you know Johnathan?" she asked, but the man remained silent as he continued to sharpen his sword.
Lydia sighed and gazed longingly at the pharmacy. She then closed her eyes as she was taken to the execution ground. At 3:00 pm, the executioner got ready.
"The time has come. Proceed with the execution!"
The executioner took a swig of wine and spat it onto his blade. Then, he raised the blade to behead Lydia.
Just as the blade was about to fall a sudden gale arose, accompanied by thunder and lightning. A man
dressed in white, as pure as snow, descended from the sky.
With a dull thud, the executioner's head fell to the ground and the scene descended into chaos.
Some shouted, calling him an
immortal, while others cried out that
it was a haunting. Terrified, the supervising official ordered a
kill-on-sight command. The soldiers drew their swords and surrounded
the man, but he jus
swung his
longsword and killed nearly 30 of them.
Despite so, his white clothes remained spotless, untouched by dust or blood. He walked slowly to Lydia, cut the ropes binding her with a single stroke, and extended his hand He said calmly, "Come with me.
Lydia looked up at him. "Are you... Johnathan's younger brother?"
The man in white chuckled. "Why can't I be Johnathan?"
Lydia was stunned. Seeing the corpses all around, she quickly realized that Johnathan was a cultivator.
She placed her hand on Johnathan's warm palm, and he carried her away on his sword.
Proud and elated, Nash exclaimed, "I told you my master isn't someone who would abandon a person in need!" Melody's and Gwendolyn's faces lit up with faint smiles.