A light drizzle formed a thin mist in front of the villa. Just as Han Feng took out his key, the door slammed open from the inside, and two figures burst out like cannonballs.

"Where have you been?!" Su Wanwan grabbed Han Feng by the collar. "Twenty-seven missed calls! We thought you..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt, her gaze falling between Han Feng and Dongfang Wantang—their hands were still clasped together, though Dongfang Wantang had already pulled her hand back as if she'd been electrocuted.

Liu Mengran's eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly replaced them with a concerned expression: "Are you alright? You suddenly lost contact..."

Han Feng chuckled, reaching out to gently pinch and tug at the cheeks of both women: "What could possibly happen to me? Your husbands will handle this..."

"Who's your wife!" Su Wanwan slapped his hand away, her ears turning red. "Don't be so conceited!"

Liu Mengran dodged the clutches, but couldn't help but smile: "Stop fooling around, what happened?"

Dongfang Wantang stood awkwardly to one side, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. Raindrops fell on her hair, condensing into tiny water droplets.

"Let's go inside and talk." Han Feng put his arms around his two girlfriends' shoulders, then turned back and winked at Dongfang Wantang. "Wantang, come on in."

Under the warm light, the four sat around the living room carpet. Han Feng briefly recounted what had happened to the Shangguan family, omitting the part about the Jue Li inheritance, only saying that the crisis was resolved with the power of the Star Mirror.

"So the Shangguan family is now..." Liu Mengran hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"That's all." Han Feng casually took a sip of tea. "But Shangguan Yunyan ran off; she probably went to report to her master."

Su Wanwan suddenly leaned closer, sniffing Han Feng like a puppy: "You have a strange smell..."

"Hey, mind your image." Han Feng poked her forehead. "I took a bath in lava, so I might smell a little sulfurous?"

"No..." Su Wanwan frowned, "It's a bit like..." Her gaze suddenly turned to Dongfang Wantang, "Ah! It's that sandalwood scent you astrologers use!"

Dongfang Wantang froze, nearly knocking over her teacup. Han Feng quickly intervened, "Oh, that's because Wantang performed a divination ritual for me. Right, Wantang?"

"Yes, yes!" Dongfang Wantang nodded vigorously, "They used a lot of spices..."

Liu Mengran glanced at the two of them thoughtfully, then suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, your parents are looking for you, it seems to be urgent. I told them to wait at home, do you want to go over now?"

Han Feng glanced at the wall clock—9:30 PM, not too late. He got up and stretched: "Okay, I'll go now."

"Wait!" Su Wanwan grabbed his sleeve. "You haven't explained the Shangguan family's situation yet! What happened to Nangong Wentian in the end? The Star Mirror..."

"Let Wan Tang tell you." Han Feng pinched her nose. "She tells the story more interestingly than I do." He then winked at Dongfang Wan Tang.

Dongfang Wantang understood and immediately continued, "The Nangong family head was backfired by his own Burning Heaven True Qi, and then..."

Taking the opportunity, Han Feng slipped towards the entrance, behind him he heard Su Wanwan's protests and Liu Mengran's soft laughter. He had just put on his shoes when Liu Mengran followed him out, carrying an umbrella.

"It's raining harder outside," she said softly, adjusting Han Feng's collar. "Don't get wet."

This simple gesture warmed Han Feng's heart. He lowered his head and lightly pecked Liu Mengran's lips: "I'll be back soon."

Stepping out of the villa, the rain had indeed intensified. Han Feng didn't use an umbrella; with a thought, the power of the stars formed an invisible barrier above his head, causing the raindrops to automatically slide away at a distance of ten centimeters.

(The power of faith...)

He recalled the wondrous feeling brought about by Dongfang Wantang's words, "You are the Star Lord." That power was different from the domineering nature of stellar power; it was more like a gentle blessing, making his connection with this world even stronger.

Turning the corner of the alley, the lights of Villa No. 3 shone warmly through the rain. Han Feng suddenly had a premonition—what his parents wanted to talk about was probably not simple.

The moment the doorbell rang, he heard his father's unusually hurried footsteps from inside. When the door opened, his father's face held a complex expression of relief mixed with a hint of unspoken words.

"Dad." Han Feng grinned. "I heard you were looking for me?"

Han's father didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked his son up and down to make sure he was unharmed before stepping aside. "Come in," he said, "your mother made a midnight snack." He paused, then lowered his voice, "Old Lin is here too."

Han Feng raised an eyebrow. Lin Zhengguo's visit at this time? It seems tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night. Perhaps he's eager to know what happened to the Shangguan family.

He glanced back one last time in the direction of Villa No. 1, vaguely seeing Liu Mengran still standing by the window watching him go. Han Feng waved in that direction, then turned and stepped into the house.

In the living room of Villa No. 1, a floor lamp cast a warm glow. Su Wanwan sat cross-legged on the carpet, her eyes wide: "Wait, you mean Han Feng single-handedly took down the Nangong family and the Shangguan family..." She made a throat-slitting gesture.

Holding her teacup, Dongfang Wantang's expression was somewhat blurred by the rising steam: "Hmm. He used the power of the Star Mirror, the whole process..." She paused, seemingly searching for the right words, "...very decisive."

Liu Mengran's fingers unconsciously twisted the tassel of the cushion: "Is he... injured?"

"No." Dongfang Wantang shook her head. "After collecting all three Star Mirrors, he directly broke through to the Great Dao Realm. That level of combat is beyond the realm of ordinary understanding."

Su Wanwan whistled: "The Great Dao Realm? Wouldn't that make you invincible on Blue Star?"

"Theoretically, yes." Dongfang Wantang put down her teacup, her gaze grave. "But the Youjing Clan that appeared later... they don't belong to this plane. Han Feng said the strength of the extraterrestrial forces far exceeds our imagination."

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the sound of raindrops tapping on the window became clear.

Liu Mengran suddenly stood up: "I'll go make some hot cocoa." Her voice trembled slightly, "The weather's getting colder..."

Su Wanwan keenly noticed Liu Mengran's reddened eyes and grabbed her hand: "Sister Mengran..."

"I'm fine." Liu Mengran forced a smile. "It's just that I was thinking about him facing all this alone..." Before she could finish speaking, she quickly walked towards the kitchen.

Su Wanwan stared at Liu Mengran's retreating figure, then suddenly turned to Dongfang Wantang: "Wantang, tell me the truth, what was Han Feng's state at that time?"

Dongfang Wantang traced circles on the rim of her glass with her fingertips: "Very calm. Too calm." She looked up, "Like completing a normal task, without anger, without hesitation."