After counting the nine clans in detail, their topic naturally shifted to the source of Tao.
Han Qianling tapped Luo Jiujiang's chest with his fingers. Although he had never witnessed Luo Jiujiang's Dan-forming stage on Spirit Snake Island, he was well aware of the changes in his aura: "Yin Yang?"
Luo Jiujiang nodded frankly.
As he waved his hand, intending to summon that trace of Dao Source for Han Qianling to see, he casually asked, "Qianling, do you have it?"
"Not yet." Han Qianling took the initiative to hold Luo Jiujiang's fist, not letting him open his palm. "I know what it looks like. You don't need to show it to me."
These words were said hastily and inexplicably. Han Qianling certainly knew what many things looked like. He knew how to make a kite, so Luo Jiujiang wanted to fly one with him; he knew how to make snacks, so Luo Jiujiang still wanted to eat them with him. Now that the Yin-Yang Taoist source was the only one in the world, why couldn't he show it to him so he could have a look?
Han Qianling did not let go. His palm kept wrapping around Luo Jiujiang's fist. He slowly lowered his arm and moved them away from the two men.
"I'm worried I might absorb it." Facing Luo Jiujiang's surprised expression, Han Qianling calmly explained, "As the descendant of a divine dragon, absorbing the source of Yin and Yang is almost an instinct. I can't control it very well yet... Don't worry, this identity has its pros and cons. For example, once I control Yin and Yang, I can create the source of Qiankun Dao."
Luo Jiujiang raised his eyebrows: "Out of nothing?"
"That seems to be true," Han Qianling joked, "I am the cornucopia."
"Then I shall be a miser."
"The kind where you have to remove one of the two wicks?"
Luo Jiujiang picked up a strand of Han Qianling's hair and waved it in front of him, "Don't let a single hair go."
They laughed out loud and fell back into the blankets.
Luo Jiujiang laughed for a while, but still a little worried. He asked, "Qianling, do you mean 'not yet'?"
"This 'temporary' is very short." Han Qianling understood Luo Jiujiang's plan without even opening his eyes. "You don't have to give me half of the Dao Source this time... just wait for me to give it to you."
He raised his hand, and even without looking at him, he placed it on Luo Jiujiang's forehead accurately, covering his eyes tightly: "It will be soon, very soon..."
His voice was peaceful and calm, with the gentleness that was unique to him when he was with Luo Jiujiang. Even though Luo Jiujiang was so close to him, he didn't hear anything wrong.
Luo Jiujiang's eyes were pressed down by Han Qianling's hand, and even the outer part of his eyelids was impervious to light, only a pitch-black mass. He completely relaxed under Han Qianling's warmth, listening to the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing.
Unfortunately, he only heard Han Qianling's breathing, but could not hear the sound of his lover opening his eyes.
Han Qianling, who had kept his eyes closed since he fell back into the quilt, opened his eyes silently at this moment. Unlike the pair of pupils that were black with a hint of blue just now, his eyes were now blooming with two handfuls of cold and dark blue.
The sword-like gaze passed by Luo Jiujiang's face, as if it could penetrate the thin tent, pierce through the boundless night, shake off all the evil spirits in the darkness, and reach the deepest part of the holy mountain.
He looked at what belonged to him.
This look didn't resemble the smoothed-out Han Qianling of Luo Jiujiang. Instead, it resembled the Han Qianling who had once sought to devour everything in the Seven Islands. It was no longer the cold, emotionless gaze of the Palace Master of Shenxue, nor the calm, composed gaze of the Suzaku Envoy. It was even more different from the unique, smiling, yet cherishing attitude he had always shown towards Luo Jiujiang.
Those were the eyes of a hunter.
For the past ten years, Han Qianling has never lied to Luo Jiujiang.
Just like when Qidao was a teenager, although Luo Jiujiang knew that Han Qianling's identity was unusual, he didn't know that he was the body of a dragon until the secret realm was broken; just like when Han Qianling had murderous intentions towards Luo Cang, he still admitted to Luo Jiujiang that he was a useful master; just like he never told Luo Jiujiang the details of Chen's illness, but only told Luo Jiujiang that things would soon be coming to an end.
Han Qianling has always been honest with Luo Jiujiang, he just doesn't tell everything.
He had too many secrets and too heavy a burden. Many things, along with the vague hatred and hunger, were mixed together and pressed down heavily in his heart. In the end, he could not tell the difference between you and me.
The thread that could serve as a clue had already been wrapped up in this malicious tangle, so he had no choice but to swallow it all in one gulp, pressing it all down under the root of his tongue. Even if he opened his mouth and let out a wisp of it, it would be weak.
Han Qianling kept his eyes open for a long time, and even though his eyes were about to burst, he did not blink.
He said slowly: "Jiujiang, we will always be together."
"No doubt." Luo Jiujiang replied briskly without any hesitation.
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"To separate Palace Master Han and Young Master Luo, we have two options." Dong Shuangyu held a branch with her slender white fingers and drew it on the ground for Ni Kui to see. "You can choose based on your preferences."
"We must separate them first." Ni Kui repeated, and it was impossible to tell from his tone whether he was satisfied or unhappy.
Dong Shuangyu raised her head, looked at him quietly, and reminded him in a low voice: "I can understand your thoughts. If you really deceived Mr. Luo's sack - in front of the Palace Master Han, this scene would even excite me. Giving up this idea may make you feel unwilling, so you can imagine it for another stick of incense. I'll wait for you."
Ni Kui: “…”
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