Yu Yan rested her chin on her hand, her gaze falling on the cold iron in his palm.

"Junior brother, if you have nothing to do, you can come and sit at my Yan Hui Peak."

After all, she will be leaving first in ten years.

I don't know when we'll meet again.

Zi Lan's eyes narrowed, and she tightened her grip on the cold iron.

He ignored her question and instead asked,

"Senior sister hasn't told you what you're going to do yet?"

Feeling bored, Yu Yan sat up straight and handed him a drawing, which clearly showed the shape of a sword.

Zilan glanced at it and then put the paper away.

"knew."

"Tell me if you need anything," Yu Yan added.

Zi Lan hummed in agreement.

Both remained silent.

Having grown accustomed to lively atmospheres over the years, Yu Yan suddenly felt that the current atmosphere was somewhat strange.

She coughed lightly and stood up.

"Then I'll be going now."

As for a thank-you gift, he wouldn't accept it anyway, no matter what.

Why not try a different approach, like giving him some rare crafting materials after you're done?

She had done the same thing in the past; she knew what he liked.

Zilan suddenly called out to her,

"Senior sister, could you do me a favor?"

Yu Yan paused, turned around, inwardly surprised but outwardly discreet.

"certainly."

Zilan has never taken the initiative to contact her.

The woman's eyes sparkled as she looked at him, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with a subtle, almost imperceptible, doting affection.

The same way he looked at Xiaoyan.

Zi Lan's heart skipped a beat, but by the time he looked over again, Yu Yan had already looked away.

A sense of regret welled up in his heart.

elder sister……

"The Hidden Heaven Secret Realm will open in two days, and I'd like my senior sister to accompany me to retrieve something."

The Hidden Heaven Secret Realm is just an ordinary secret realm.

Yu Yan wondered what it was that Zi Lan wanted her to help him retrieve.

But she didn't ask any more questions.

He simply replied readily, "Okay."

The man in purple smiled slightly, then left the main hall before Yu Yan.

Yu Yan glanced at the spot where Zi Lan had been sitting. She thought that if she remembered correctly, this was his weapon peak.

He left quite readily.

Qifeng Rear Hall

Zi Lan took out the drawing paper that Yu Yan had given him.

The sword on the paper is clearly a sword suitable for a man. The brushstrokes in the design are both delicate and powerful. If there are no surprises, this was drawn by my senior sister herself.

A hint of sadness flashed across Zi Lan's eyes.

He tossed the ancient cold iron into the air and gradually forged the outline of the sword according to the blueprint.

My senior sister's three apprentices are all very young; when he was their age...

Zi Lan frowned slightly, but quickly calmed herself down.

——

The Qilin King came despite being ill.

The middle-aged man's slightly tired eyes held a deep depth, and when he saw Ji Wuye, they were calm... like a stagnant pool.

"Who is impersonating our clan's young prince?"

In short, Ji Wuye was given a suspended sentence.

Ji Wutang frowned deeply.

The man in blue remained seated calmly, occasionally sending a telepathic message to Feng Su, complaining about the Qilin King's demeanor.

Little did he know, the Qilin King overheard everything he said.

Ji Zao's face grew increasingly dark. He plopped down at the head of the table and let out a heavy sigh.

At the level of the Qilin King, there's almost no need for him to listen intentionally. Whether a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Ji Wuye transmits his voice or not makes no difference to him.

Of course, no one else present could compare to him.

Otherwise, Ji Zao could not have remained the King of Qilin for hundreds of years.

However, in recent years, his health has become increasingly weak.

Shi Ji immediately wrapped her arms around Ji Zao's.

"Your Majesty, it's him! Tang'er insists he's Wuye!"