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On a winter morning, the air was filled with a refreshing scent, and sunlight streamed through the window, dispelling the darkness to the corners of the room and casting mottled light on Bu's figure, forming a faint shadow.
"Knock, knock."
Suddenly, the door was knocked on, and outside came Ivan's voice, tinged with an unmistakable excitement.
"Master, have you rested well?"
Hearing Ivan's urging, Bu slightly adjusted his collar and walked over calmly to open the door, saying leisurely, "You came to greet me so early. It seems your strength has improved quite a bit after last night's cultivation."
Bu's tone carried a hint of teasing, but when he looked at Ivan, he couldn't help but be taken aback. He then expressed mild surprise, saying, "Your strength has actually reached Quasi-Mid-Level?"
Although Ivan had been a Low-Level thief before this, Bu never expected that just one or two bottles of elixirs could allow Ivan to break through to Quasi-Mid-Level overnight. However, this unexpected event had indeed occurred; Ivan had truly stepped into Quasi-Mid-Level. This result surprised Bu while also bringing him some joy.
"Thanks to your generous gift of precious elixirs, I was able to achieve such a significant breakthrough in such a short time," Ivan said, his face showing a mix of excitement and pride. Yet he remained self-aware and did not take credit for himself; instead, he attributed all the success to Bu.
Listening to Ivan's flattery, Bu chuckled in disbelief and pointed at him before asking, "What about Locke? Did he break through to Low-Level?"
Ivan shook his head and then smiled as he said, "Although Locke hasn't broken through to Low-Level yet, he has refined his body with the elixir's power. His physical attributes have greatly improved, so I believe he's not far from breaking through. There's also some good news."
"Master."
"Benefactor."
Before Ivan could finish his sentence, Bu heard Locke's voice followed closely by Amy's familiar voice calling out something that nearly made Bu stumble.
Turning his head, Bu noticed Locke's large hand leading a beautiful woman towards him. This woman had elegantly arched eyebrows, a delicate nose, rosy lips, and skin as fair as snow. What stood out even more was her unique aura—gentle yet poised, fragile yet possessing a hint of stubborn strength, leaving a lasting impression.
"You... you? Amy?" Bu Shuang's eyes widened, his expression exaggerated like that of a superstar in the entertainment industry.
No one could imagine that someone who had looked so hideous just yesterday could transform overnight into a gentle beauty resembling a fairy from a dream. The occurrence felt surreal, making it hard to believe that everything happening before his eyes was real.
Bu's shock was evident to the three of them. Amy covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes reflecting a long-lost sense of ease and confidence. Locke awkwardly rubbed his hands together, rolling his eyes at the mischievous Ivan.
"Amy's beauty has returned, which is akin to being reborn. All of this is thanks to you. If you don't mind, I would like to follow you as Locke does, serving you as your maid."
A melodious voice came from Amy as she spoke these words, bowing her head respectfully towards Bu, appearing willing to be at his service.
"Oh no, there's no need for that, Sister Amy. You can just call me Brother Brent from now on. I don't consider myself worthy of being called benefactor. If there is any kindness, it is you who has shown it to me first. Helping you restore your appearance is my way of repaying your previous kindness."
Bu waved his hands repeatedly after hearing Amy's words. It wasn't that he looked down on her or thought she wasn't qualified to be his servant; it was more about principle.
Even if Amy had previously helped him, he wouldn't stand by idly regarding her situation due to Locke's influence. However, accepting Amy as a servant after helping her would feel morally wrong. Even if Locke and Ivan were willing and even if Amy herself was eager to serve, Bu felt he couldn't betray his own conscience.
His words were firm and resonant, leaving no room for rebuttal. Ivan had never realized that his master had such an upright side; his eyes widened in surprise and admiration.
Amy was momentarily taken aback. Before today, she would never have had the courage to express her willingness to serve Bu due to her previous ugliness. But now that her beauty had returned and she had mustered the courage to express her gratitude, she found herself rejected without feeling humiliated—instead, she felt touched.
"Your master isn't someone who acts insincerely; since he has said this, he is adhering to his principles. You should respect what he has said," Locke advised gently when he saw Amy standing there in silence for a while.
"Actually, there is something I feel I need to tell you," he said, looking at the frail yet stubborn woman before him. Bu Xin sighed but still spoke a harsh truth that would be cruel for her to hear.
"Amy, if your father truly is Dickra, then I believe I am not the benefactor you speak of; instead, I would be your father's murderer, as he ultimately died by my hand."
His words were calm and serious, yet upon hearing such a brutal fact, Amy's eyes only flickered with intense emotion for a moment. A complex expression flashed across her face before she shook her head and forced a bitter smile, saying, "Brother Brent, I will call you that from now on."
"In truth, even if you hadn't told me about my father today, I could have guessed the outcome. My father went to assassinate you that day; his death carries a significant part of the responsibility on my shoulders."
Amy did not want to dwell on this matter any longer. Although her father had never truly treated her as a daughter, he was still her biological father. Despite having killed her mother and having ruined her appearance with his own hands...
Tears streamed down Amy's face as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Bu Xin had not expected such a reaction. Upon hearing that he had killed her father, she did not harbor hatred towards him; instead, she still referred to him as brother. This was almost like a tale from a nightmare—Dickra would surely be enraged if he were to come back to life.
People often say that sins can be forgiven, but those who commit sins cannot live. Bu Xin truly understood the meaning of this saying now.
What kind of indifference and cruelty could lead a biological daughter to feel relief rather than hatred upon learning of her father's tragic death at another's hands?
This was nothing short of tragic—Dickra's tragedy. As a husband, he had killed his own wife; as a father, he had destroyed his daughter's beauty with his own hands. Such actions were beyond what any human could do; they were utterly insane and devoid of familial ties.
Bu Xin could empathize with Amy's indifference and relief towards such a father and felt pity for her.
"Alright, Amy. From now on, you have been reborn. You have regained your beautiful appearance. You can be together with Locke, and if you wish, I will treat you like my own sister. Let all past misfortunes belong to your previous life. From now on, you will live better and find happiness and joy."
Bu Xin's words flowed gently, his gaze filled with nostalgia and distant meaning as he recalled various events from his life before crossing over. He regarded that as his previous life; now, in this Fran Continent, he was experiencing the present and preparing to venture into the future.
"Here, consider this a gift from me as your older brother. Please accept it."
Taking out the Bloodstone discovered by Hong Lian last night from the Storage Bracelet, Step smiled as he handed it to Amy.
He had already understood the properties of this Blood Sun Gem; its value was comparable to some Exquisite-grade jewelry. However, no matter how precious a treasure was, it could not compare to the genuine feelings between people.
The dazzling and translucent Blood Sun Gem in Step's hand felt like holding a heart. This heart represented sincerity, a promise, and an agreement that he would uphold as an older brother.
With tears still fresh on her face, Amy stared blankly at the Blood Sun Gem being offered to her. She foolishly extended her delicate hand to take it. Holding the gem symbolized a witness to a promise and her acceptance of Step.
"Thank you, thank you, Brother Brent."
After a while, Amy finally came back to her senses, tightly clutching the gem in her hand, her eyes glistening with emotion.
"No need to thank me. From now on, you are my little sister. No need for politeness. And as for Locke, if he treats you poorly in the future, I won’t hold back as your older brother."
Step smiled lightly while pretending to glare fiercely at Locke, making Locke awkwardly scratch his nose and chuckle nervously.
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