"Before, it was simply a matter of respecting each family. In this world, numbers alone are never enough. When truly powerful individuals clash, no matter how many there are, the outcome is the same. The weak, under the control of the powerful, are completely powerless to fight back."
Xi Chen smiled and ignored Dongcheng Yao, but the smile on his lips cooled slightly. Having lived in the deep palace since childhood, he obviously understood this truth better than anyone else.
"Ah." Dong Chengyao, who had returned to normal, sighed again. He looked helplessly at the palace in front of him, which was blocked by a transparent barrier. Dong Chengyao's face was full of resentment. "Is there no one who can open this barrier? How can I, with such a noble status as the head of the family, stay with these unknown young people?"
Xi Chen smiled at the side and was about to speak, but he heard the noisy crowd behind him become quiet, and a cold voice came. The extremely familiar voice was so cold that it made Su Yin shudder all over.
"Sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes sinking, sometimes floating. Wandering in the five directions, a little over ten feet. Heaven and earth are natural, the foul qi disperses. The mysterious void within the cave, the bright Tai Yuan. The mighty gods of the eight directions, make me natural."
He was dressed in a regal purple robe, the collar and cuffs embroidered with silver-trimmed cloud patterns. A wide, azure brocade sash adorned his waist. His jet-black hair was tied back and crowned with a small silver crown inlaid with jade. The shimmering white jade on the crown only accentuated the black, smoothness of his hair, making it resemble silk. His complexion was as transparent as water, his dark eyes held an indescribable coldness, his pale, thin lips, his angular face, and his long, sword-like brows all betrayed his noble status. He quietly entered the barrier, followed by a dozen purple-clad attendants, as if he had suddenly emerged from the ice and snow.
Su Yin's eyes widened instantly, and she seemed to have forgotten to breathe. Her gaze followed the figure of the purple-clothed man closely. That was, that was... Luo Wen. But... how could he be here? Given his current physical condition, how could he, how could he...
The white fingers gently touched the barrier, and the first layer of the barrier was opened instantly. Luo Wen, dressed in purple, walked slowly forward and slowly passed through them under the gaze of everyone. Wherever he went, everyone was extremely respectful and made a smooth path for Luo Wen, looking at him with their mouths wide open as he slowly passed through them.
Staring at Luo Wen closely, Su Yin's gaze followed his steps. It turned out that they hadn't seen each other for... a long time. Meeting again now was a bittersweet experience. Su Yin's gaze slowly moved to the woman following closely behind Luo Wen. The woman was also dressed in purple, with her long, delicate black hair hanging down to her waist, tied into a simple bun on top of her head with a simple white jade hairpin. Although most of her face was covered by the veil, her calm, icy eyes and snow-white skin all showed that the woman had a good appearance.
He lowered his head bitterly, then slowly hid himself in the crowd. Are they... really together? What role would he play in their story? A clown? In front of Linglong's stunning beauty, in front of their deep connection from childhood, what did his existence really amount to?
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