Maple Syrup's eyes slid to the corner of her eye, looking at Zaijiu Xun Ge who was so close, and she asked with a smile, "Have you hugged enough? My nemesis."

Yu Xunge composed herself, withdrew her hand, and sat up as if nothing had happened. After quietly rubbing the cards a few times, she couldn't help but mutter, "Sometimes you're really hard to understand..."

Her tenderness towards her family, her unwavering devotion to Senhai, her cold-blooded cruelty towards her enemies and some of her own kind... and the slight soft spot for her own nemesis.

The person Maple Syrup hated most from beginning to end was probably not Zelan, the captain, or herself, but Maple Syrup herself.

All sorts of scenes from the time they met flashed through her mind, and she sighed, "You and Song Gui should switch the main city you govern. She only wants sunny days, while your heart experiences all four seasons every moment."

Yu Xunge was just sighing casually, but as soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the other three hands that were playing mahjong on the table had stopped. When she looked up, she saw that Fuxiao Xianchan was staring wide-eyed at the maple syrup, and even the flower branch on her shoulder was standing up, making her look a bit silly.

The same was true of his prayers of rage; his eyes, which were usually half-open as if he hadn't woken up, were now wide open.

“No way,” Yu Xunge chuckled dryly, looking at Maple Syrup, only to see a faint red glow appear between the latter’s brows, “…”

Maple Syrup suddenly stood up, her gaze fixed intently on Zaijiu Xun Ge: "I understand." With that, she ran out.

Tu Lan sat down in the empty seat, setting up mahjong tiles while admiring Yu Xunge's stunned expression: "Master, when do you plan to achieve enlightenment yourself?"

Dawn Cicada chuckled a few times, clearly in a good mood: "Maybe it's a plan to help all the players I know find their direction first."

Yu Xunge said, holding back his anger, "I will not judge anyone until I find my own direction."

Another round of mahjong has ended.

An elf appeared in the picture.

With long, gray-white hair, dressed in a magic robe, and supported by a staff, her eyes held only a faint light. Everyone could see that she was now relying entirely on her willpower to stay afloat. A lantern floated beside her, trying to help her up.

The elf standing opposite her approached step by step, and the elf, who was on her last breath, chuckled softly, "Let me tell you a fairy tale."

The screen disappeared.

Tu Lan slammed his fist on the table and stood up, yelling, "It's stuck here?!"

The three-legged table fell over again without anyone supporting it.

Fuxiao Xianchan and the others squatted down helplessly to pick up the mahjong tiles, and asked in a furious prayer, "Which one is your [Raging Moon]?"

"Hmm." Although I didn't know the elf's name, it's good to know what the first owner of [Raging Moon] looked like, so that I won't be completely clueless when I go to the Burial Grounds later.

Tu Lan stole glances at Dawn Cicada several times, and when the latter looked at her with displeasure, she mustered her courage and asked, "Why didn't you ever think about taking [The Temperamental Moon] back later?"

Fu Xiaoxian pursed her lips and continued picking up the mahjong tiles. Just when Yu Xunge thought she wouldn't answer the question, she explained, "When it was in my hands, the most core skill of the same name didn't appear, so there's no point in me taking it back."

After saying that, she casually asked Zaijiu Xunge, "Why did you say that [Grumpy Moon] doesn't really know me? Do you really know me?"

Yu Xunge: "Stop with the small talk."

Dawn Cicada: "..." Damn it, the master saw right through me.