Perhaps the king will play along with her act.

Thinking of this, Shi Ji immediately relaxed.

She gave Ji Wuqing a reassuring look, then casually sat down, fiddling with her nails.

It was as if she wasn't the one who had just been so angry.

Ji Wutang suddenly felt uneasy. Why was she so fearless?

Seeing that her mother was no longer flustered, Ji Wuqing tilted her head back defiantly at Ji Wutang.

Ji Wuye secretly transmitted his voice to Feng Su: "Senior brother, I actually only want to cultivate."

When Feng Su met his smiling eyes, he paused for a moment.

He couldn't help but think of his master's tolerance towards his junior brother Ji.

My junior brother's eyes were very clear. Even before he lost his memory, despite all the hardships he had endured, his gaze remained clear.

So is this why Master is willing to treat him better?

Feng Su didn't think he had the same captivating eyes as his junior brother, so he chuckled and took a sip of wine.

The fine wine, though it went down my throat, evoked a bitter aftertaste.

He wasn't even sure if there was anything in his gaze towards his master that she disliked.

Ji Wuye raised an eyebrow slightly, leaning back lazily in his chair as if he were an outsider.

Together with everyone, they awaited the arrival of the legendary Qilin King.

Cangmiao Sect

Yu Yan was holding a piece of ten-thousand-year-old cold iron, and she was standing at the foot of Qifeng Mountain.

The disciples who passed by all suppressed their excitement and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Venerable Yan."

"Greetings, Venerable Yan."

...

Yu Yan's gaze fell on her disciples who were walking away, their arms around each other's shoulders, chatting and laughing with youthful vigor. She couldn't help but wonder if her disciples were like this on ordinary days.

The woman twirled the cold iron in her hand.

With a slight curve to her luscious pink lips, she found Zilan.

Zi Lan was of the same generation as her, the former favorite disciple of the Peak Master of Qi Peak, and also the current Peak Master.

To be honest, her relationship with him was very ordinary, even distant.

Previously, the two had very little interaction. It was only after they both became Venerables that their relationship became slightly warmer due to some sect affairs.

"What's up?"

Zi Lan knew that Yu Yan had been standing at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

He found it strange that she insisted on coming up from the foot of the mountain when she could have easily reached his palace with a single spell.

"Yes, something's up."

With a smile in her eyes, Yu Yan sat down opposite him without being invited.

Zi Lan curled her lips, and then she heard him say...

"Senior sister, isn't the scenery on my Qi Peak more beautiful than that on your Yan Hui Peak?"

Yu Yan was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that this person was teasing her about her journey.

The woman raised an eyebrow slightly, toying with the cold iron in her hand. She parted her lips slightly and said lazily,

"Why not?"

"Heh." Zi Lan flicked her sleeve. "No wonder Senior Sister rarely comes to my place. It turns out she dislikes me."

Yu Yan raised her eyes, her peach blossom eyes almost overflowing with inquiry.

To be honest, she couldn't tell if he was joking or not because his expression was too serious.

She denied it, saying, "I didn't."

Zi Lan didn't know whether to believe it or not. He looked at the ten-thousand-year-old cold iron and reached out to Yu Yan.

The meaning is self-evident.

"What do you need to do?"

After obtaining the cold iron, Zi Lan clenched her fist and circled her fingers around it, as if assessing its quality.

Yu Yan just liked this person's straightforwardness.

In the past, he never wasted words with her. As time went on, she always got straight to the point when she came to him.

The seemingly casual yet strangely tense conversation they had just had would never have happened in their previous interactions.

We didn't communicate much back then.

Thinking back on the few times she and Zilan had crossed paths in the past, Yu Yan suddenly wanted to laugh.