Chu Xinqiao held Haotian's small hand and, without saying a word, wanted to pull her back to the room and onto the bed.
Under normal circumstances, Haotian might not have resisted.
However, with her disciple currently experiencing the first battle of her life, she didn't really have much time to devote to matters of love and affection.
So just as Chu Xinqiao was about to pull her towards the bed, Haotian shook his head.
"You surnamed Chu, haven't you had enough in the last few days? You really are..."
Chu Xinqiao chuckled mischievously upon hearing this.
How could that be? With a beauty in her arms, that hazy feeling that made the whole world seem like hers in an instant, that blissful sensation, made her unable to resist.
Chu Xinqiao wasn't stupid either; she quickly noticed that Haotian's expression was off.
Considering the madness of the past few days, she and Haotian have come to know each other well, and are only one step away from taking the final step.
Whenever she tried to continue, Haotian would push her away, but Chu Xinqiao wasn't in a hurry. She was already very happy and content to have done so many interesting things.
Chu Xinqiao gently patted Haotian's head.
Haotian felt something strange. Usually, he was the one patting other people's heads, but now he was the one being patted.
Suddenly, Haotian seemed hesitant to look at Chu Xinqiao, appearing somewhat guilty: "Um, I, could I go check on them?"
Chu Xinqiao smiled and continued to rub her head. Haotian looked so cute.
Perhaps she had been doing things too frequently and excessively in the past few days, and it's normal for her to want to leave and cool off for a while.
Chu Xinqiao smiled and nodded at Haotian in agreement.
"But... I want to go with you."
Smiles seem to be contagious; Haotian couldn't help but smile too.
Chu Xinqiao's heart raced. So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful! His wife's smile was truly captivating; he wanted to give her a kiss.
Unable to resist, she pouted and moved closer to Haotian...
"Hey, no lewdness allowed."
Haotian covered her mouth with his hand.
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Nothing happened that night, and Diefang and the others' condition began to worsen.
The Emperor's people refused to evacuate and began an attack on the forest where they resided.
On Diefang's side... war has also broken out.
On Wenxin's side, there were three more gruesome female elf corpses beside their group, as well as three female elves whose hands and feet were bound together and whose faces were ashen.
The war resumed in the early hours of the following day, with Shen's army launching a surprise attack just as the sun was rising.
The Xin'an tribes began to fight back in disarray. Perhaps due to their excessive selfishness the night before, coupled with their lack of rest, many elves had lost their will to fight.
They went out to meet the enemy.
Wenxin slowly walked to the three horribly mutilated corpses and fell silent.
Is what she's doing the right thing?
Do we need their help?
Is her sword meant to be wielded for someone like this?
With a wave of her hand, she unleashed her magic, burying the corpses in the ground in the blink of an eye.
She was confused for a moment, but only for a short while.
She has never liked to think too much; she only needs to know that the simplest things have gotten better, and as for things that make her confused, she simply doesn't bother to think about them.
War is accompanied by the collapse of order. No side is most worthy of protection, and no side is the most heinous.
She was only wielding her sword for the training arranged by her master, and she did not take sides.
She felt no pity or compassion for anyone; in her eyes, this was merely a trial that required her to exert all her strength to complete.
Wenxin slowly raised her longsword again.
Not for Xin'an, but for herself, that was her thought at that moment.
However... faced with the same scene, Xinyu also fell silent.
But she began to avoid the spirits of Xin'an.
Perhaps because she had spent a long time with Diefang and the others, she knew that there was a thin veil between her and them, namely the difference in their status. They could call Haotian "Master" affectionately, while she could only call him "Fairy Sister".
Although she never brought up this sense of distance herself, it had always been a nagging feeling in her heart, and it was precisely because of this sense of distance that she felt so deeply.
She could clearly feel the sense of alienation among the Xin'an people... from her.
Several times, she was stared at with unfriendly eyes.
If I hadn't represented the Hall of Human Kings, I'm afraid my fate would have been exactly the same as those prisoners of war who made the 'choice'.
Elves are not a peace-loving, beautiful, dignified, and elegant race.
On the contrary, they are a race brimming with greed, lust, and selfishness.
Undeniably, the Elf race does have some beautiful, dignified, and elegant elves, just like Linglong and Baichen.
But many more are spirits driven by lust and selfish desires, just like the Xin'an warriors around her.
How ridiculous, how utterly ridiculous.
She had also learned about the human race's experiences: the upper classes suffered from cholera, and the lower classes couldn't help but abandon their simplicity and embrace the filthy mire.
The elves, on the other hand, have clean upper floors but are plagued by cholera at the bottom.
Are the higher-ups inactive? That's beyond their control.
Wenxin and Xinyu have started a war again.
This time, Xin'an couldn't withstand it; they couldn't hold on any longer.
Yesterday's resistance was merely a tenacious one, yet they sacrificed their precious rest time for lust, and now, exhausted, they are about to launch another attack that is even more intense than the last.
What will be the outcome?
They are destined to lose.
The right time, the right place, and the right people.
It occupies every single spot.
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