Chapter 124 Night Stroll (Part Two) Where is Xun Feifei's residence again...?
Qiu Tong and Wei Changzai looked at the notice board, but neither of them spoke.
The two were no longer thinking the same thing.
More and more people crowded under the signboard, and the people around them kept talking about "Lin Feiran" and "human envoy". Apart from the demons who had just entered the city, many of the young people who came to visit during the day and night knew her.
"She was incredibly focused and fierce during the fight, breaking many of my swords. I was initially furious, but she actually used molten silver to reforge the broken swords and returned them to everyone. Isn't that strange?"
Qiu Tong turned her head to look, but Wei Changzai did not turn around. He was still looking at the names on the Qingyun List, a very faint smile on his lips.
He thought, "That's strange."
When a pure heart suddenly appears between black and white, who wouldn't be amazed?
When he first met Chi Xin, he was also startled and avoided Lin Feiran for three whole days, as if dark, damp moss had suddenly been exposed to the sunlight and he had no choice but to retreat.
The young people were still talking about Lin Feiran, about what she had done during her time in the demon realm.
Qiu Tong and Wei Changzai stood rooted to the spot, their hearts filled with completely different emotions, until the young people dispersed, at which point they finally left.
While searching for a place to stay, Qiu Tong moved her hand, and the mandarin duck bracelets on her wrists collided, making a soft sound. She glanced at them and then quickly put them back.
Although her mother and sister told her to stay in the human world and not get involved in the fox clan's mess, she was still worried.
Not to mention that his father's identity is now questionable and it is difficult to tell whether he is real or fake, the culprit of the fox clan's chaos in the previous life is still in the clan. If he takes advantage of this change to start another upheaval, he might really succeed.
In her previous life, when she was part of the fox clan, it was Wei Changzai who helped quell the rebellion. She had a natural trust in him, and naturally wanted to bring him along when she returned to the demon realm.
However, if that's the case, Qiu Tong would have no choice but to reveal her identity as a demon.
She struggled with the decision for a long time before finally confessing to him one afternoon.
Strangely, Wei Changzai only paused for a few moments before regaining his senses and slowly said, "I see."
It was a response that contained many things, yet was also quite bland.
He didn't care about her identity.
Perhaps he didn't care about the difference between humans and demons, or perhaps he simply didn't care at all.
He promised to accompany her back to the demon realm, and she had prepared an identity for him. However, the day before his departure, Zhang Chunhe summoned him into the palace, and the two had a private conversation for about an hour. When they came out, he had a document from Daohe Palace in his hand.
Thinking of this, Qiu Tong turned to look at Wei Changzai: "Did the Chief summon you into the hall earlier because there was something he needed to do in the Demon Realm?"
Wei Changzai nodded: "Yes, Master asked me to find something."
He didn't conceal the purpose of his trip, but he didn't explain it either. Qiu Tong didn't ask any further questions. When she saw the name Lin Feiran just now, it reminded her of something.
Lin Feiran has not yet replied to him.
Did they not see it, or are they unwilling to reply?
She moved her hand and touched the mandarin duck bracelet on her wrist. Whether she used the voice transmission jade token again or met with Lin Feiran, she could not avoid Wei Changzai.
The secret joy that had welled up in her heart because of the mandarin duck rings subsided, replaced by a sense of entanglement and melancholy.
Qiu Tong was lost in her own thoughts, completely unaware that Wei Changzai also had this plan.
As he pondered how to untangle the Mandarin Duck Rings, he glanced at the passing demons, trying to spot the man with the silver mask among them.
...
Xun Feifei took off the silver mask and hung it on her waist. Two barely noticeable scars ran along her cheek, and her pale red lips, which had not seen the sun for a long time, appeared somewhat pale.
He looked at the three people beside the cloud carriage and said, "You already know how to travel by carriage at night. When the cloud carriage arrives in front of Xingzhi Palace, you must take up this purple copper spear and thrust it into the city wall. Only then will the cloud carriage night tour be over."
Lin Feiran listened for a full quarter of an hour, and while marveling at it, he couldn't help but ask, "This is somewhat like the procession of gods in the human world, but since the Venerable One is still alive, why is the Night Procession held on such a grand scale?"
Xun Feifei raised an eyebrow slightly: "My clan admires strength. Apart from the five existing demon saints, he is the first. In fact, it is precisely because the Venerable Lord is still in the world that the Night Tour is so lively and grand."
Lin Feiran didn't quite understand: "If one day he becomes weak, will his merit in slaying the demon king be gone? Will people no longer respect him?"
Xun Feifei said, "It doesn't have to be that bad. The merit of slaying the demon king still exists, but if he didn't have this..."
He saw the confusion on Lin Feiran's face, smiled suddenly, and then quickly suppressed it, like a fleeting moment.
"When I first came to the demon realm, I was just as confused as you are. But the demon race is different from the human race. Perhaps after you have stayed here for many years, you will understand."
Lin Feiran then remembered that among them, only Xun Feifei had a surname, and only he had grown up in the human world.
"I have told you everything about the carriage tour. You are not stupid, so I think you have remembered it all. Next is the dance to enter the city. I will do it once first. Watch carefully and memorize as much as you can. Today and tomorrow are enough time to practice."
After speaking, he stood on the carriage shaft, and with a slight movement of his right hand, a flexible dagger spun out from his wrist, circled around his fingertips, and was then held in his palm.
That was his magic weapon, soft and yielding.
Biqing immediately pulled out a leather drum from the cloud chariot and said excitedly, "I'll beat the drum to keep time for you!"
After saying that, she struck the door with a loud thud, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
As the drumbeats began, Xun Feifei shifted slightly, his usually indifferent expression taking on a solemn air, quite different from his usual demeanor.
With a flick of his sleeve, he handed out the dagger, like a withered branch lying askew in the dead of autumn, its leaves fallen, facing only the north wind.
This dance was different from what Lin Feiran had imagined.
Rather than depicting the struggle before the hailstones enter the city, it is more like a tragic tale of no return, with a hint of prayer in the background, full of rhythm in its varying degrees of intensity.
Lin Feiran watched quietly, a flash of inspiration crossing her mind. She inexplicably felt that this dance, which resembled divine prayer, looked somewhat familiar.
She observed more and more carefully, not missing a single subtle movement or a sudden pause.
Xun Feifei finally stopped dancing after it was over.
He naturally noticed Lin Feiran's furrowed brows and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the dance, or did you miss something?"
Lin Feiran immediately shook her head: "I saw it very clearly, did you choreograph this dance?"
Bi Qing, holding the sand drum, shook her head and said, "The dance of the Dharma Protector was originally choreographed by the people of the Demon Capital, but it was too bizarre to watch. So Xun Feifei asked his godmother to choreograph the dance again."
Xun Feifei didn't miss her strange expression and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about choreography?"
Lin Feiran frankly said, "To be honest, my mother was a dancer, but her dance was very unique. I have lived in Luoyang for many years and have never seen anyone like her. But today, when I saw you dancing, your movements had a lot of her style, so I was a little puzzled."
I haven't asked yet, where your godmother is from?
Upon hearing this, Xun Feifei seemed to be deep in thought, and then said, "Jiangnan City, Jinling Ferry. My adoptive mother never left there, so I grew up in Jinling Ferry."
A faint glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the fog of confusion in Lin Feiran's mind, filling her with both surprise and astonishment.
Her mother came from Jinling Ferry.
Lin Feiran walked to the car in a few steps, looking somewhat anxious: "My mother came from Jinlingdu, but I don't know if she grew up here. She is an excellent dancer and may be quite famous in Jinlingdu. I wonder if your godmother has heard of her."
Xun Fei jumped off the carriage shaft, pondered for a moment, and said with certainty, "Whether she is famous or not, as long as she is from Jinling Ferry, she will definitely know."
Lin Feiran suddenly felt a sense of relief and hope. She had been searching for her mother's old acquaintances, whom she thought were far away, but in fact they were right in front of her!
She immediately took out a portrait from her bag: "I don't know my mother's name, I only know that my father calls her 'Qingqing'. This is her portrait. Could you please help me identify her?"
Xun Feifei reached out and took the painting, carefully examining the person in it. Although she didn't understand why Lin Feiran was doing this, seeing her anxious expression, she accepted the painting.
He nodded and said, "It's no trouble at all. I'll send a letter tonight and ask my godmother to identify it."
Lin Feiran was overwhelmed with gratitude. She immediately climbed onto the carriage shaft and began to practice in a very serious manner.
"Rest assured, everyone, I will make sure this year's Night Tour goes smoothly!"
Xuanzhen struck the sand drum and said loudly, "Don't worry, the night tour is the most peaceful, there will be no problems. Just sit on the cloud chariot!"
Bi Qing paused, silently looking at him: "Xuan Zhen, some things shouldn't be said carelessly. The more you say something that won't cause trouble, the more trouble you'll cause."
Xun Feifei: "..."
He sighed resignedly, turned to look at Lin Feiran, his gaze steady.
"There's no need to feel too much pressure. When Biqing first rode the cloud chariot at night, there was quite a commotion. Accidents are common."
Undeniably, Xun Feifei's words greatly encouraged Lin Feiran.
She practiced from the afternoon until night, only having a quick dinner in between, before returning to the cloud cart to continue practicing.
Biqing and the others couldn't withstand such intensity. After exclaiming that Lin Fei was indeed worthy of his reputation, they each headed back to their residences, preparing to return the next day.
Xun Feifei has a place to stay in Xingzhi Palace, but he prefers to live in his mansion in the Demon Capital.
His residence was near Xingzhi Palace, not far away. Even as he reached the alley entrance, he was still reflecting on his life.
Lin Feiran is still young, and her blood is hot and she is curious. After she works as a subordinate for another two years, she will know how happy it is to lie in bed every day.
He raised his hand to adjust the silver mask, his expression indifferent, showing no sign that he was currently lost in thought about the bedchamber.
Moonlight bathed the alley, dappling the shadows of the trees, and many flower branches peeked out from the side walls, scattered all over the ground.
As Xun Feifei walked quietly, her eyebrows suddenly twitched. She felt a chill run down her spine, like snow falling on a mountain, which was particularly bone-chilling.
But he did not stop. It was already past his shift end, and he just wanted to go back to his room and lie down. Even if the person suddenly jumped out, as long as he did not immediately approach him, he could ignore him.
I walked at a leisurely pace, silently counting in my mind.
Ten steps, nine steps...
Suddenly a gust of wind rose behind him, and Xun Feifei paused slightly, sighing softly. The shadows of branches in the alley rippled violently. He had no intention of fighting and was about to use the shadows to leave when a beam of light flashed by, instantly exposing all the flower shadows in the dark alley.
He turned around and saw a young man in blue standing at the entrance of the alley, his figure as slender as a pine tree. He held a spirit sword in his hand, a faint purple light flowing around the blade. The strange light from earlier had come from the sword.
Xun Feifei sized him up, her eyebrows slightly lowered: "May I ask who you are?"
The young man seemed to be pondering something, then said, "Just someone who helps others on the path."
...
Beside the cloud carriage, Lin Feiran suddenly remembered that he had a clearer portrait, so he rubbed his wrist and headed out of Xingzhi Palace.
Where is Xun Feifei's residence?
Author's Note: Xun Feifei: I dare not open my eyes, hoping it's just my imagination (X)
Here is a short chapter.
A person who assists in the path?
This self-proclaimed title is unheard of.
Xun Feifei calmly observed the person before her. He was beautiful and graceful, with cold phoenix eyes. He was not old, but his physical attributes and posture were extraordinary.
Especially that gleaming purple spirit sword, it looked exactly like the first sword Kunwu that Lin Feiran and the others had mentioned.
Could this person be Consort Wei?
Xun Feifei's gaze shifted and fell upon the mandarin duck ring on Wei Changzai's wrist, as well as the spiritual thread attached to the back of the ring.
The silk thread hung from her wrist, meandering away, its fate unknown to whom it would eventually reach.
Finally, Xun Feifei spoke, but not forcefully; he would rather talk than act.
"Judging from the mandarin duck bracelet on your wrist, you must be a tourist visiting the city. Since you are a guest, I can pretend that tonight's events never happened. Please leave."
Just as Xun Feifei was silently observing herself, Wei Changzai also turned around and looked away.
He had never paid attention to this person before and didn't have much of an impression of him. Today was the first time he had really taken notice of him.
Her face was half-covered in silver, her ponytail was tied high, her figure was agile, a silver ribbon was tied around her waist, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, but she did not look indifferent when she looked at people.
He was completely different from himself.
Thinking of this, Wei Changzai's grip on his sword tightened slightly, and his dark eyes, hidden in the shadows of the trees, grew even colder.
With a clang, the sword was deflected.
The Taiwu sword, sheathed for countless years, finally saw the light of day again. As purple light flowed, a pure and righteous wind suddenly swept through.
Wei Changzai held his sword in his hand, twirling it with a flourish. His black hair, ruffled by the breeze, slowly fell down. He closed his eyes slightly and let out a faint sigh. The blade was covered with white ice, making it shine even brighter, and a thin layer of frost quietly climbed onto the surrounding branches and leaves.
At such a young age, he has already achieved mastery and profound understanding of swordsmanship!
Xun Feifei's expression finally became somewhat solemn. He raised his hand, and the Soft Finger Twist immediately swirled between his fingers, like a cold glint in his palm.
Wei Changzai has already set off!
Frost spread along the white walls on both sides, and a thin mist rose all around. A light blue figure moved among them and arrived in front of them in an instant.
With a clang, Xun Feifei's Soft Finger Scroll extended several inches, just in time to block the falling blade. Then, like a silver snake, it twisted and coiled around the Kunwu sword, forcing its master back.
Wei Changzai immediately sheathed his sword, flipped it, and spun around. As the sword fell again, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared, leaving only a long, black feather.
His eyes were clear and calm. Without pausing for a moment, he immediately turned around and slashed out with his sword. The purple light shone brightly and collided with the silent, gentle touch that came from behind, creating a sound like the clash of weapons!
Xun Feifei stood atop the high wall, looking down at him. He caught the repelled Soft Finger between his fingers, and in the next instant, he disappeared into the night once more.
Wei Changzai watched silently and said softly, "Dunying, so it's the Spirit Crow Clan."
What a pity, why isn't it a centipede?
Lin Feiran dislikes centipedes the most.
"Watch out, he's here again!"
The Kunwu Sword Spirit immediately spoke up to remind him, his voice filled with excitement. He was overjoyed to finally see Wei Changzai put his heart into his work today. He was truly worthy of being the destined sword master and was indeed a promising talent!
Without the sword spirit's prompting, Wei Changzai also sensed the unusual movement from within the thin mist. However, the movement was too fast, almost instantly moving from several meters away to behind him!
The soft, cold light was about to reach the side of her neck, but it was blocked by the shimmering light that Wei Chang was carrying behind him, leaving a piercing screech!
Wei Changzai's calm gaze finally changed. He immediately flipped his sword and thrust back, forcing the man away before quickly retreating several steps. He then drew the Lianyan sword into his hand and examined it. Finding no scratches, he relaxed slightly and once again slung the sword over his back.
The Kunwu Sword Spirit jumped up as usual: "At the critical moment, you actually stopped to look at the sword, and besides, you should have looked at the Kunwu Sword!"
He truly hated this snow sword; compared to himself, it was practically Wei Changzai's own child.
But it doesn't even have any intelligence, so no matter how much resentment I have, venting it on it is like playing music to a cow!
"Watch your surroundings, he's here again!"
The words had barely left his ear when a sharp, cold glint appeared on his right. Wei Changzai raised his sword to parry, but the glint instantly shifted to his left and attacked!
Before Wei Chang could draw his sword, he immediately formed a hand seal, and a magic array appeared to block the attack. The two collided, creating a spark in the thin mist that vanished in an instant.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Changzai broke away from his original position, but Xun Feifei did not give him a chance to catch his breath. Almost instantly, she attacked. Although she only had one Soft Finger Ring in her hand, it attacked from all directions in a very short time, like a sky full of falling stars, making it impossible for anyone to avoid!
Xun Feifei was extremely fast, but Dao Hegong was also famous for his fast swordsmanship, and Wei Changzai was also one of the best.
For a moment, in the deep alley, only the continuous tinkling sound could be heard, like the plucking of a pipa string, noisy and clear.
Wei Changzai has now reached the peak of the Questioning Mind Realm, while Xun Feifei is at the initial stage of the Ascending High Realm. Although there is a difference in their realms, Wei Changzai has the Kunwu Sword in his hand and has already shown signs of the Sword Realm, which restricts Xun Feifei. The two are locked in a fierce battle, and for a time it is difficult to determine who is superior.
But aside from that, Xun Feifei was more concerned about the overall situation. If he really fought Wei Changzai to the death today, the human race would definitely not let it go.
...However, this person is not to be underestimated. If we are not prepared, we may suffer a great loss!
Seeing that the young man opposite him still exuded an imposing aura, Xun Feifei felt even more puzzled.
Since becoming an envoy of the demon race, he has made many enemies, and it is not uncommon for them to enter the city to seek revenge. But even if he has enemies, they should be demons. What does that have to do with Daohe Palace?
The only thing he could think of was the Little Immortal Gathering from long ago.
Back then, they helped Lin Feiran blow up Liuzhu Pavilion, took away a lot of pills, and even broke into the Sword Realm. Could it be that their actions were exposed, which is why Daohe Palace is chasing them here?
He couldn't think of any other reason.
During the confrontation, Xun Feifei spoke up, which was unusual for him: "You went to great lengths to chase me all the way to the Demon Realm. If you came here to make amends, you could have just said so. There was no need to resort to violence!"
Wei Changzai's eyes flickered slightly, his dark eyes looking over, then his gaze sharpened: "I have said that I have come to assist in the path of cultivation."
Xun Feifei was a master negotiator. Upon hearing the implication of these words, she knew there was room for negotiation, so she played the emotional card.
"Judging from the spirit sword in your hand, I know your identity. I wonder if you know Lin Feiran? She was also a disciple of Daohe Palace in the past, and now she works in the Demon Realm. No matter how important the matter is, for the sake of our fellow disciples, we can sit down and talk slowly."
Wei Changzai's expression changed, his lowered eyelashes lifted, and his voice became slow.
"...You know her? Are you close? You've only known each other for a few months."
Xun Feifei suddenly retreated, the magical weapon in his hand swirling between his fingertips, poised to strike. However, his tone softened slightly, feeling that he had played the emotional card just right and that he would soon be able to get a good night's sleep.
"Of course we're familiar with each other. How can the length of time we've known each other be measured by? If we don't click, even a moment feels too long. But if we hit it off immediately, even three years is too short. She and I are the latter."
"..." Wei Changzai looked at him indifferently.
The frost around them grew even more biting, and Xun Feifei immediately felt a chill run down her spine.
If the previous intent was pure killing intent, now it was mixed with a faint sense of deathly stillness and a subtle anger.
He seemed to have angered the boy in front of him.
Could it be that I misjudged him, and that he and Lin Feiran actually had a grudge against each other?
They trapped Xun Feifei almost simultaneously!
The purple light soared high, but the moment it fell, the Kunwu sword, which was always sharp, was invisibly blocked by something, and not only did it fail to advance an inch, but it also forced Wei Changzai back half a step.
Xun Feifei was surprised. The two looked up together and saw a red umbrella that had appeared above them at some point. As the light shimmered, it protected Xun Feifei.
Suddenly, a sharp, scimitar-like force flew from behind, drawing a crescent-shaped arc that repelled the Kunwu Sword while simultaneously creating a thin, long wound on Yu Weichang's arm.
The next moment, the girl in black appeared under the umbrella, catching the blood-stained longsword that flew towards her. With a flick of her wrist, the blood on the sword spilled out, splashing like red plum blossoms.
Through the thin mist, Lin Feiran did not look at the person who had caused the disturbance, but instead walked towards Xun Feifei and asked, "Are you alright?"
She originally came here to replace the portrait, but she took the wrong turn and arrived a little late. However, as soon as she arrived, she saw Xun Feifei fighting with someone and seemed to be at a disadvantage.
Xun Feifei shook her head: "It's alright, he can't kill me yet."
Lin Feiran nodded slightly, took a half step to the side, and stood in front of Xun Feifei. Only then did he look at the other side, and finally paused.
From a distance, through the thin mist, the figures were naturally indistinct, so Lin Feiran did not recognize them.
But the fog wasn't very thick; now, just a few steps apart, people's faces were clear enough.
"Wei Changzai?"
Lin Feiran looked him over, her expression puzzled. Her gaze lingered on his slightly bleeding left arm before returning to his face: "How did you end up in the Demon Capital?"
She only glanced at it briefly.
Was his blood no longer enough to attract her attention?
To her, Wei Changzai's injury was insignificant, even less important than the safety of a crow.
Wei Changzai watched her quietly, his left hand twitching slightly, but he remained silent.
The moonlight reflected in his dark eyes was like a layer of thin, white frost covering them, as if at this moment, or the next moment, if the moonlight in the sky were any brighter, this frost would melt into water.
His silence was within Lin Feiran's expectations, so she turned to Xun Feifei and asked, "Why did you two start fighting?"
Xun Feifei lowered her eyes slightly, glanced at Wei Changzai, and, not wanting to speak loudly, leaned close to Lin Feiran's ear and whispered her guess in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Lin Feiran felt a tightness in her heart after hearing what he said.
She thought Xun Feifei's guess was correct. In Daohe Palace, only Zhang Chunhe could command the Imperial Guards. However, they might not have come for the Golden Fire Pills; perhaps…
Was it because the matter of the Sword Realm had been exposed that Zhang Chunhe sent him to retrieve the Iron Khitan Book or the Immortal True Man Scripture?
As he pondered, Wei Changzai looked down at the scars on his arm.
His light blue clothes were gradually stained with a faint red, which then deepened, but he seemed to have lost all sense of pain, his eyes seeing only this bright color.
"Slowly..."
He finally raised his head and spoke.
"Manman, didn't you recognize me just now?"
He spoke, but what he said made the two people in front of him pause slightly.
Xun Feifei suddenly sensed something was off about the tone, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He silently turned to look at Lin Feiran, only to find that she looked even more bewildered than he did.
Xun Feifei: "..."
Trying to find the answer from her is indeed wishful thinking.
Lin Feiran looked around: "...It's normal that I can't recognize you because of the frost and fog here."
Wei Changzai looked at her and said, "During our trip to Chuncheng, even though you have completely changed your appearance, I will recognize you at a glance at the city gate."
You never mistook me before.
"The past is the past, and the present is the present. You can fall in love with someone else within two months, so why can't I change my mind?"
Lin Feiran paused, realizing that what he was saying was rather pointless, and then stopped talking.
"Don't beat around the bush. What is your purpose in entering the Demon Capital? Is it that Zhang Chunhe has sent you here to find something again?"
Wei Changzai's eyelashes twitched slightly, and a sudden prickling sensation struck his heart.
From when did his meetings with her become solely for various purposes? Now, they are no longer even friends.
After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse: "I am here to help you cultivate and to kill those who harm your Dao heart."
Lin Feiran frowned slightly, while Xun Feifei was even more surprised: "When did I ever stop her from cultivating the Great Dao!"
Wei Changzai turned to look at him: "On the path of cultivation, one must sever emotional ties. You are connected with her. She is kind-hearted and cannot bear to hurt you. I will take action for her."
Xun Feifei felt a lump in his throat, his usually indifferent expression turning somewhat absurd. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately said nothing.
Lin Feiran was even more puzzled: "But I don't cultivate the Dao of Unity of Heaven and Man, you know that, so what is this about severing emotions?"
Her gaze sharpened slightly: "So what brings you here?"
Wei Changzai remained silent, lowering his eyes and gripping the Kunwu sword tightly.
Xun Feifei spoke up at the right moment: "Look at the mandarin duck bracelet on his wrist. Only those who register with the demon race and enter the city as their Daoist partners would wear it. There must be someone with him."
He looked at Wei Changzai and said, "The demon who entered the city with you vouched for you, and the two of you are bound by a pair of mandarin duck rings, so you must have a close relationship. If you don't want to implicate that person, it's best not to act rashly."
Lin Feiran then noticed the ring on his wrist and the spirit thread hanging down.
Without needing to think too much, one knows that the other end of the spiritual thread is Qiu Tong.
She lowered her eyes slightly: "Alright, thankfully nothing happens tonight. If you two came out together, then wait for the night market. The night market here is lively and suitable for lovers to spend time together, but other than that, don't do anything else."
"The demons are not from Luoyang. If you insist on causing trouble and killing people at will, I, as your envoy, will certainly not stand idly by."
Looking at Lin Feiran's expression, Wei Changzai couldn't help but recall the trip to the Flying Flower Society, when she didn't even glance at him; he thought of the trip to the Sacred Valley, the sorrow she felt when she took the sword; he thought of the messenger bird, and those meaningless words. In her eyes, he was nobody now.
The emotions that were difficult to vent in his heart finally found an outlet called "Xun Feifei", but even so, they were still blocked in his heart.
The moment he drew his sword towards Xun Feifei, he realized something. He thought that even if he killed Xun Feifei, he would not feel any satisfaction.
In his confusion, Wei Changzai suddenly remembered that day when she leaned against the bed railing, looked up at him, her expression seemingly calm, but her eyes were like turbulent waves, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.
At that moment, he was simply captivated by the gaze that moved him so deeply, and then he heard her say that.
"Wei Changzai, let's break off the engagement."
Only now did he vaguely realize that he might never see that kind of gaze again.
In the quiet, deep alley, a thin mist lingered, swirling around the two people's faces.
In a daze, Lin Feiran seemed to see the frost in his eyes dissipate, leaving behind a faint, watery look.
Wei Changzai looked at her and said softly, "I know you don't cultivate the Dao of Harmony between Heaven and Man. You've always said that people should have feelings. I'm here today for nothing else, but..."
He looked up at the bright moon, where the frost was gradually dissipating, melting on the branches and along the walls, dripping down in drops.
The falling water droplets reflected the entire world upside down before crashing to the ground and finally disintegrating and splashing.
His gaze returned to her face.
He said, "I just haven't seen you in a long time."
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