Chapter 123 Night Stroll (Part 1) He is the human companion I sought (Part 2...)
Inside the main hall, a hexagonal skylight opened in the ceiling, allowing the sunlight to stream in and perfectly illuminate the golden jade chair inside.
The person on the chair had snow-white hair that hung down, crossed his legs, propped his chin with his right hand, and half-closed blue eyes, sitting in the sunlight as if dozing.
After a short while, he spoke.
"The Secret Cult? Is that the sycophantic sect that infiltrated the demon realm and colluded with the previous demon king?"
After Lin Feiran and his companions returned to the Demon Capital, they brought up the matter of the Secret Sect in Luoyu City. At this time, everyone was gathered in the hall to discuss it together.
Xun Feifei raised her hand to straighten the silver mask, and her slightly indifferent voice came out: "It is them. After the previous demon king was killed, they have not approached the demon capital for many years. In addition, they have always kept a low profile, so very little news has come out."
Ru Xian slightly opened her eyes, her blue eyes gleaming with a faint golden hue under the bright sunlight: "So many years have passed, and you still haven't come up with a decent name."
Biqing and Xuanzhen couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh out loud.
Qingzhu twirled her folding fan and said slowly, "They are gradually making moves now and have gained considerable fame in the south. They have taken in many tribes. Should we go and suppress them?"
"No need."
Like a light drizzle, it passed by without any intensity, and there wasn't even a trace of sorrow on his face.
"The demon race is different from the human race. They are distinguished by bloodline from birth, and each one is different. Moreover, the tribes of the ten directions have always been scattered and each has its own interests. No matter what sect or doctrine they belong to, it is impossible to make them sincerely submit."
The reason I can maintain my high position is because I am strong and impartial. The reason this esoteric sect can stand so firmly, commanding obedience, must be because of profit—a profit that is impossible to refuse.
Xun Feifei pondered for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Should we investigate what they are planning?"
As if silently, his fingertips tapped the armrest, producing a few disjointed, soft sounds.
Qingzhu was puzzled. She raised her eyes slightly and saw him sitting in the sunlight, his face hazy and unclear, as if deep in thought.
But this problem was clearly not difficult for him.
After observing for a moment, Qingzhu's gaze suddenly shifted, and she discovered a clue.
He glanced up slightly, following Ru Xian's equally hazy gaze, and saw Lin Feiran, who was silent and seemingly lost in thought.
"..."
Qingzhu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her hand gripping the folding fan tightened, and when she looked at Ruxian again, her eyes held a deep meaning, completely unlike her previous lighthearted demeanor.
Xun Feifei received no response for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, Ru Xian moved slightly and changed from supporting her chin with her right hand to supporting it with her left hand.
He said coldly, "There's no need to investigate. We didn't bother with it before, so why bother now? If they want the position of the supreme ruler of this realm, let them come and take it. If they win, it's because I'm not skilled enough. If they lose, they can go back to the south on their own."
The world is full of complexities, and the path is open and easy. If we don't strive for the great path, why waste our time fighting for power and profit?
Everyone was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and even Lin Feiran raised her head.
He tapped the armrest from time to time, his voice trailing off: "So what if I am the leader of a clan? So what if I am the supreme ruler of a world? Even if I am just an ordinary person, all the demon kings of the various clans will still bow their heads and lower their brows when they see me."
Xun Feifei looked at him and suddenly remembered the Jingchuan Dojo outside the city, which had thirty-six Sumeru Lands. Ping An usually guarded the first one.
No need for any schemes or plots; as long as you defeat Ping An, you can enter the Demon Capital Lan City and challenge for the position of Demon Lord.
As always, Ru Xian was so composed.
Whether it's Xingzhi Palace or the Demon Lord symbolizing the ruler of a realm, to him, it's nothing more than a place to stay, a useless title. It's good to have it, but it won't bother him if he doesn't.
When you are strong enough, these are just embellishments that add to your success.
Xun Feifei understood: "Yes, I understand."
As Ru Xian implied, he understood that if anyone under his protection was in trouble, he would naturally help, but he would not do anything else.
He didn't care about the position of Demon Lord or the Demon Realm.
But Xun Feifei still hasn't figured out why he killed the previous demon king.
Ru Xian tilted her head slightly and looked into the hall: "Lin Feiran, why haven't you said anything?"
The others all turned to look at him, and Lin Feiran instinctively straightened his back and immediately explained, "I heard everything you said! I was just a little distracted!"
Xuanzhen covered her mouth and chuckled, then whispered, "Don't be nervous, I often get distracted too."
Lin Feiran: "..."
Ru Xian nodded thoughtfully, "Then what were you thinking about just now, staring at the ground?"
Lin Feiran choked, realizing that she had actually drifted off into thought twice.
The first time I was thinking about esoteric Buddhism, the second time...
"I was just thinking about the Night Tour."
"Night Tour Day?" Ru Xian's gaze lingered on Lin Feiran for a moment, a hint of interest appearing in her eyes. "If you hadn't brought it up, I would have almost forgotten. Xun Feifei, how are the preparations for the Night Tour Day going?"
Xun Feifei said, "The cloud chariot is ready, but the protector has not yet been chosen."
Ru Xian was not surprised. His gaze lightly fell on the top of someone's head: "Do we still need to elect someone? Let Lin Feiran do it."
Everyone's gaze shifted to Lin Feiran for the second time.
Xuanzhen and Biqing looked on with curiosity, and Xun Feifei was also weighing the matter, but Qingzhu's expression was much calmer than before.
His eyes were silent, like a faintly burning candle flame, but when they met Lin Feiran's gaze, a bright flame suddenly rose, concealing all the emotions in his eyes under the light, so that she would not notice anything amiss.
He walked up to Lin Feiran, his eyes softening slightly, and said with a smile, "Feiran is not familiar with this Night Tour, so I suppose you don't understand what a Dharma Protector is, right?"
Lin Feiran nodded slightly: "This is the first time I've heard of a night tour day."
As Qingzhu spoke, she twirled her folding fan and turned to look at the others, her expression no different from usual.
"The previous demon king was licentious and tyrannical, and loved to patrol at night. Therefore, the demon capital and the surrounding cities kept their lights off and fires extinguished every night, and dared not make a sound, for fear of bringing disaster upon themselves."
After the Lord killed him, the night market gradually reappeared, and many tribes no longer had to live in fear.
Therefore, on the day of the Night Tour, many people will travel from outside the Demon Capital to celebrate, and the way they celebrate is by imitating the scene of the Lord slaying the Demon King back then.
Bi Qing immediately spoke up, nodding hurriedly: "At that time, apart from the Demon King's concubines and servants, the tribes in the city had long since fled to other places, and the Demon Capital had become a veritable ghost town."
But one day, the Lord, all alone—no, he rode a cloud chariot, wielding a long spear—broke into the Demon Capital and fought for three days and three nights, slaughtering the Demon King and his servants until none remained. By the time the other clan leaders and elders arrived, he had already severed the Demon King's head and nailed it to the city wall!
Then he turned to the crowd and said, 'Those who bow their heads will not be killed.'
"So that's how it is."
Lin Feiran was somewhat dazed by what she heard.
She felt both amazement and admiration, but more than anything, she couldn't help but wonder when she could possess such composure and self-assurance in the face of danger.
Qingzhu nodded slightly and continued, "The most important things for the Night Tour are the Cloud Chariot and the Dharma Protectors. On the night of the Night Tour, everyone will follow behind the Cloud Chariot, and some people will be sent to pretend to be the Demon King and his servants. The Dharma Protectors will take the place of the Lord and fight against the Demon King."
However, although the preparations were made spontaneously by everyone, they are ultimately related to the Lord. Therefore, on the day of the Night Parade, we will prepare a cloud chariot, place a statue of the Lord inside, and select one of us to act as a protector, parading around the Demon Capital.
Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran asked with some confusion, "But didn't the sect leader enter the city alone? Where did he come from to protect him?"
Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent.
Biqing kept giving her meaningful glances, trying to get her to move on from the issue, but Lin Feiran suddenly had a flash of inspiration and glanced at the person sitting on the high seat.
No wonder they said they would use a protector to replace him. It seems that he was unwilling to appear, but someone was needed to fight the demon king, so he created a protector out of thin air.
When Ru Xian saw her turn to look at her, the corners of her lips curved up, whether from anger or amusement, it was hard to tell: "What are you looking at me for? Do you think I, the Venerable One, have to ride in the cloud chariot every year for the people of the city to admire?"
Lin Feiran immediately shook his head, then said, "Your Excellency, the position of Dharma Protector is so important, and I have never done it before. To avoid making a mistake, why not choose someone else?"
Ru Xian raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when Bi Qing interrupted her.
She stopped Lin Feiran from speaking, put her hands on her hips and sighed, "It's very simple. The people playing the demon king are all our own people. You just need to show off a few moves on the cloud chariot and drive them away. It'll be so impressive!"
Xuanzhen and I compete to dress up as this every year, but since you've never done it before, I'm reluctantly giving it to you so you can have a go first!
Lin Feiran couldn't help but chuckle, but she still had some reservations: "I'm not used to having so many people watching."
She might have liked it when she was a child, but now she prefers to stand quietly to the side.
Qingzhu glanced at her face, smiled, and said softly, "You have to get used to some things. Besides, they only look at you because you're doing well."
Sword dancing is what you excel at; perhaps the moment you raise your sword, you'll forget all those stares.
Lin Feiran turned to look at him, her heart slightly touched by his words.
Upon hearing this, Ru Xian's eyes flickered slightly, finally managing to spare a few glances at the person beside her.
Qingzhu is always eloquent and kind-hearted, and resourceful. He often comforts Xuanzhen and Biqing, but he is also a person who knows how to keep his distance.
Although what he had just said wasn't exactly inappropriate, it did convey a subtle sense of intimacy, so his gaze became subtle as well.
A cool gaze fell upon her without any attempt to conceal it, with a hint of inquiry, but without needing to turn around, Qingzhu knew who was looking at her.
He pretended not to notice and only talked to Lin Feiran about the night tour.
"If you are still worried, I can go with you to the cloud chariot to practice. After all, I have acted in it a few times."
Before Lin Feiran could speak, she was interrupted by a voice as cool as jade.
"No need."
Everyone turned to look, and the one who spoke was Ru Xian. He sat on a high seat, his fingertips pointing slightly, his gaze fixed on Xun Feifei.
“In previous years, Xun Feifei dressed up the most, and the others were also trained by him. Since this is your first time participating in the Night Tour, he will show you around.”
Xun Feifei was still unaware of why he had been chosen, but logically and emotionally, it was indeed his responsibility to teach him. However, before he could even respond, he was interrupted from the front.
“Your Majesty, Feifei has just returned from the south and must be tired from the journey. She should rest well. As for the matter of pretending to be a Dharma protector in the procession, I dare not say that I have any experience, but Feiran has always been intelligent. With my experience, I think there shouldn’t be any major problems in teaching her.”
Qingzhu spoke slowly and deliberately, his words were smooth and pleasant, but they made the others fall silent. However, upon closer examination, there was nothing wrong with what he said, and he was indeed a considerate person.
Ru Xian's expression remained unchanged as she rested her chin on her hand, looking at Lin Feiran with a half-smile. Qing Zhu also turned to look at her, her gaze clear and gentle, without any sense of oppression.
Lin Feiran broke out in a light sweat for no apparent reason.
Now she has to choose between Qingzhu and Xun Feifei?
But it doesn't matter who teaches her, she's not a picky person.
She stood side by side with Xun Feifei, glancing sideways silently. Their eyes met, and they paused for a moment, seemingly sensing something between them.
Lin Feiran spoke first: "I wonder what Left Envoy Xun thinks?"
Xun Feifei: "..."
It's true that you become like those you associate with. When Biqing and Xuanzhen pushed him out, they would call out "Left Envoy." It seems that Lin Feiran has learned this trick perfectly.
He was usually taciturn and slow to speak, and now he was suffering the consequences of his taciturnity.
Under the gazes of both hailstones and green bamboo, even he felt a strange pressure.
"Although I returned from the south, I did nothing wrong and contributed nothing along the way. I think it's best if I teach you. Qingzhu, you've only been back in the demon realm for a short time, so please get some rest."
These were Xun Feifei's heartfelt words, and that was indeed what he thought.
As if a haze were raised slightly, her voice light and cheerful: "Then this matter is settled. If there is nothing else, everyone can go back and rest. As for the two of you, go to the cloud chariot and practice properly."
Qingzhu lowered her eyelashes slightly, her smile unchanged, and readily agreed, "Yes."
...
The so-called cloud chariot is a modified phoenix carriage, led by celestial horses, covered with soft gauze, painted and decorated with gold and silver foil, and adorned with wind and rain bells. It is luxurious and extravagant, but it does not have two wheels. It will be moved forward solely by spiritual power.
Lin Feiran had just learned about the Night Tour in the morning, and by the afternoon he had arrived at the Cloud Chariot and become its former protector.
"Things change too quickly, and it's always unexpected."
She stood in front of the cloud car, feeling inexplicably moved.
Xun Feifei glanced at her, and even his cold laugh sounded so bland and devoid of any mockery.
"The changes are indeed too fast. In just a few months, I have already begun to miss the reserved and polite Lin Feiran."
Biqing comforted her, "Try to think more positively. Compared to me and Xuanzhen, Lin Feiran's matter is really nothing."
Xun Feifei wanted to refute, but couldn't find the words. In the end, this matter really wasn't a big deal.
Moreover, he didn't really take it to heart; he was just a little curious as to why Qingzhu suddenly said such a thing today.
Xuanzhen stepped forward again to chime in: "Feifei, think about it, if you weren't in charge of the Night Tour, the person sent to impersonate the Demon King wouldn't be Qingzhu, but you!"
Xun Feifei was speechless. He looked at the three men, raised his hand and knocked their heads three times in a row before straightening up the silver mask, walking to the carriage, and striding onto the carriage shaft.
He was agile and lithe, with long arms and a slender waist, and a long brocade tied around his waist, making him quite a sight to behold.
Xun Feifei withdrew her hand, rubbed her thin, red knuckles, and glanced at the two of them indifferently: "If I hear you call me Feifei again, I'll hang you on the city gate for everyone to see."
Bi Qing and the other person's expressions changed slightly, obviously recalling some unspeakable past events, so they lowered their heads and kept quiet, watching him stand at the carriage shaft holding the reins.
A moment later, Xun Feifei tossed the rope aside and said to Lin Feiran, "On the day of the night tour, the cloud chariot will stop in front of the city gate. When the gate opens, it means the night tour will begin. At that time, you must wear a mask and dance at the chariot shaft to show the inner struggle of the Lord before entering the city."
Lin Feiran paused slightly: "Did he really struggle before entering the city?"
Xun Feifei looked down at her, and although she didn't speak, her eyes said it all.
Even if everyone in the world is struggling in their hearts, Ru Xian would never feel this way.
"After I finish explaining to you, I will teach you this dance," Xun Feifei continued.
Lin Feiran was even more surprised. Seeing her expression, Bi Qing couldn't help but laugh and said, "I had the same expression when I first heard about it! Xun Feifei dancing is such an astonishing thing, but he dances very well!"
Xuanzhen leaned closer and said, "His godmother taught him. She said that Fei-ge has been dancing since he was little..."
Xun Feifei coughed lightly, and the two immediately shut up. Lin Feiran also withdrew the curiosity in his eyes.
"After jumping over, you must go inside the gauze curtain, take the dagger from the statue's hand, and distribute it to the children who follow the cloud chariot."
He turned around and lifted the curtain, revealing the silver dagger in the statue's hand, as well as the jade statue itself.
Lin Feiran looked up and saw a jade statue about half a person's height inside the car. The jade was translucent and had a smooth, creamy white color.
The man sat cross-legged inside the carriage, his sleeves bound with rings, his clothes as white and gold as ever, his hair hanging down, lifelike, the only difference being his face.
A light veil hung down from above her head, concealing her face.
A strange curiosity suddenly arose in Lin Feiran's heart.
She walked to the car window and looked inside: "Why is it covered with a light veil?"
Xun Feifei said, "Because they carved this jade statue themselves. Since the Lord ascended to the throne, he has rarely gone out, so people are not really familiar with his true appearance. Although they know he is beautiful, they can only carve a rough outline."
To avoid misunderstanding, they covered themselves with light veils, concealing their true faces.
Her face was partially obscured by the veil, and Lin Feiran felt a rare itch in her heart as she looked at it.
She wanted to see what the roughly carved hailstones looked like, but lifting the veil would be somewhat inappropriate, so she had to give up.
She turned her gaze away and continued listening to Xun Feifei talk about the night tour.
...
As the day of the night tour approached, the city gates were wide open, and pedestrians and carriages thronged outside the city, all pouring into Lancheng.
In the entire demon realm, only the demon capital Lan City is the most prosperous and peaceful. Normally, entry and exit to the city are strictly controlled, and many people find it difficult to enter.
But in the past few days, the demon race has been flooding in like a tide, keeping the guards who are checking the documents completely overwhelmed.
The burly guard sat in front of the city gate, took a sip of water to quench his thirst, and then looked up at the two people approaching.
"Jade Order Document."
The girl on the left handed over the jade token, which the guard took, checked, and recorded in the register: "Qiu Tong of the Qingqiu Fox Clan... and who is this person beside you?"
Qiu Tong bit her lip slightly, suppressing the excitement in her heart, and whispered, "He is the human Daoist partner I found, named Wei Changzai. We came here to participate in the Night Tour!"
Nowadays, it is no longer shocking for humans and demons to form partnerships, but few people in either the human or demon realm will make a fuss about it.
The guard glanced up at the young man beside her, his gaze both dismissive and wary: "Which sect of cultivators in the human realm are you?"
Wei Changzai glanced down at him, took a jade token from her waist, and said in a clear voice, "Disciple of Daohe Palace, Wei Changzai."
The Demon Capital is prosperous and peaceful, and many cultivators or merchant caravans choose to stay here after arriving in the Demon Realm. Therefore, they are not unfamiliar with sect tokens such as Daohe Palace.
After verifying the magical seal on the jade tablet, the guard recorded his name and then asked, "What brings you to the demon realm?"
This question had already been asked once after they crossed the Endless Sea. Wei Changzai remained calm and readily agreed, saying, "I came to the Night Tour with my Daoist companion."
The guard recorded the instructions, then took out two gold rings from a cabinet and put them on the wrists of the two men.
The next moment, their wrists were immediately connected.
Wei Changzai's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the guard: "What is this?"
"The Mandarin Duck Rings," the guard replied without looking up. "They can restrict your cultivation levels and pinpoint your location, while also keeping you firmly locked in one place. If you're planning to do something bad, you'd better think twice, as it's not easy for two people to move around together."
"..."
Wei Changzai lowered his eyes to look at the gold ring on his left wrist, and then slightly raised it. Qiu Tong's right hand followed suit.
He didn't let go; his eyes brightened slightly, revealing a rare hint of curiosity.
He moved the mandarin duck rings to his eyes and examined them thoughtfully.
Qiu Tong, standing to the side, was unaware of his thoughts, but secretly delighted.
In her previous life, to resolve the chaos among the fox clan, she and Consort Wei traveled to the demon realm and attended a nighttime gathering.
At that time, the feelings between the two had not yet been confessed. Although Wei Changzai's attitude towards her had improved a lot, he still kept her at arm's length and was unwilling to get too close to her.
But because of this pair of mandarin duck rings, the two had no choice but to eat and live together. In addition, many things happened during this time, and his attitude changed a lot.
This time, things will definitely change as well.
She turned to look at Wei Changzai: "The night tour is very lively, and there will be a cloud chariot parade the day after tomorrow. It's very grand and interesting. You must have never seen it before!"
As expected, Wei Changzai asked with some doubt, "What is a cloud chariot procession?"
Qiu Tong quietly gripped the side of her skirt as she walked into the city with him. Their hands inevitably brushed against each other, and a cool sensation swept over them, like a dragonfly touching a lotus leaf or autumn leaves falling on the water.
The last time I was this close to him was in my past life.
It really does feel like a lifetime ago.
Qiu Tong slowly recounted the origin of the Night Tour, and then brought up the matter of the cloud chariot procession: "I participated in it once before. When the Dharma Protector handed out the dagger symbolizing power and the peony symbolizing blessings, I received a peony!"
Of course, this was before meeting Wei Changzai.
As a member of the demon race, she had participated in the Night Parade when she was fifteen or sixteen years old. When the dagger and the peony appeared at the same time, she took the peony.
Wei Changzai said, "Is the peony a symbol of good wishes? But the book says that the peony is also called 'parting peony,' and it is a flower of love given to men and women when they part."
Qiu Tong's ears instantly turned red. She looked away, somewhat flustered: "How did you know? I... I didn't know that peonies were love flowers!"
"So that's how it is. There are eighteen volumes of forbidden books in Liuzhu Pavilion. I've read them all, and one of them is about flowers and plants. If you'd like to see it, I can give it to you."
Wei Changzai so casually dropped a bombshell, leaving Qiu Tong stunned and rooted to the spot.
Halfway there, Wei Changzai was stopped by the mandarin duck bracelet on his wrist. He looked back, tilted his head slightly, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to move? There are a lot of people behind us, and it's crowded here."
He frowned slightly, looking somewhat troubled.
Wei Changzai has never liked noise or close contact with people. In his previous life, he was only vaguely like this. Later, after being bothered by her a lot, he no longer disliked it. But now, he is very obvious about it.
Qiu Tong was taken aback, then immediately followed in his footsteps and entered the city with him.
The city streets were wide and paved with bluestone. All the people who came and went were beautiful and dressed very well, especially the men, some with bare chests, some with exposed waists, and some with long legs partially exposed, all seemingly vying to outshine each other.
People coming and going also did not follow the usual path. Some flew in the sky, some burrowed underground, and some emerged from the Jade Belt Stream on the side. Although it was somewhat chaotic, it was very lively. As long as no disturbance was caused, no one stopped them from doing any strange thing.
Even by the stream and under the willows, two people were kissing as if no one else was around.
When Wei Changzai saw such a scene for the first time, he paused for a moment and then continued on his way as usual.
The demon realm is known for its open-mindedness, and Qiu Tong has seen similar scenes many times. However, with Wei Changzai right beside her, she still looked away and casually remarked, "I wonder what they're doing."
"Competing for spiritual energy," Wei Changzai answered frankly.
"..."
Qiu Tong turned to look at him abruptly, not expecting such an outrageous answer. She hesitated, then chose to remain silent.
Compared to the two people vying for spiritual energy, Wei Changzai was more interested in the notice board near them.
A crowd had gathered in front of the cards, discussing something with great interest. Out of curiosity, the two went over to watch.
The notice board in front of me was very large, but also very empty. Apart from a gold plaque and a piece of royal blue brocade hanging on it, there was nothing else.
With just one glance, Wei Changzai recognized the piece of sapphire blue brocade cloth. The cloth was inscribed with characters in silver ink, and beneath it, a magic seal slowly shimmered. It was the Qingyun Ranking, which was issued annually by Ge Bu Zhenren of the Imperial Academy.
Unexpectedly, the demon realm is also paying close attention.
He glanced at the gold invitation card, which read "Jingchuan Dojo" at the top.
Further down, there are records of victories that are only average.
Wei Changzai paused slightly, his gaze slowly tracing over the three words. Then, as if sensing something, he turned back to look at the Qingyun Ranking.
As autumn fades into winter, the Ranking List changes once again.
He looked down again and saw that the second name was "Wei Changzai".
Wei Changzai's eyes flickered slightly, but there was no surprise, resentment, or jealousy in them. He simply had a fleeting thought.
His name can be so close to hers; isn't that a kind of "shared ideals"?
We should have shared the same path.
Qiu Tong had obviously seen the name as well, and was momentarily surprised. She couldn't help but ask, "Who put up this notice board?"
The demon clansman beside her glanced at her and said dismissively, "Is this your first time in the Demon Capital? Who else but that person from Xingzhi Palace would dare to put up a sign in Lan City, the Demon Capital?"
Qiu Tong was somewhat puzzled: "But why are there only two notices on this notice board?"
The man suddenly laughed: "Originally there was only that gold invitation! But the Imperial Academy's list of successful candidates was released yesterday, and this one was added today."
There was also a demon who had just arrived and was confused. He looked at the sign and asked, "Why is the human race's Ranking List appearing in my demon realm?"
"On what grounds? Of course, it's because Your Majesty is willing!"
The man tucked his hands into his sleeves, pointed upwards, and looked smug.
"I didn't realize it yet. The top spot on the leaderboard is held by the same person. This notice board was erected just for her! Back when this young envoy was still competing with her in Jingchuan, this golden invitation was changed every single day!"
Qiu Tong looked at the wooden plaque, her heart filled with mixed emotions. When she saw the name "Lin Feiran" written on the top spot on the Qingyun Ranking, she bit her lip and remained silent.
Upon hearing this, Wei Changzai suddenly recalled the white-clad man who had injured Lin Feiran with a single move when he first found him through the mirror.
Now that I think about it, it must be the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord, like hailstones.
Author's Note: Good luck, unlucky Xun Feifei! [Hands clasped in prayer]
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