Chapter 45
The afternoon sun is at its most pleasant.
Sheng Ningyu casually flipped through the scroll in her hand, listening to Feng Jiutian, Chu Yanshu, and the others chattering in her ear.
Ever since Sheng Ningyu exposed him that day, Chu Le has transformed into a loyal follower of the Bright Moon Sword Master. He would often urge Feng Jiutian to come and visit Sheng Ningyu. Usually, he wouldn't do anything, just practice his sword in front of her. He would be extremely happy to receive a glance or two from her.
For this reason, Feng Jiutian hesitated for a long time, then pulled Chu Le aside like a thief, set up a series of magic arrays, and whispered in a low voice, "Sword Master Mingyue has a Daoist partner."
Chu Le gave Feng Jiutian a strange look and said inexplicably, "Isn't this common knowledge?"
"He's my uncle!"
Feng Jiutian: "..."
Feng Jiutian: "Don't go yet! The Daoist partner I was talking about doesn't seem to be this one!"
Unlike Chu Le, who knew nothing about the Phoenix Clan, Feng Jiutian at least knew some inside information.
For example, they should at least respectfully address the person in front of them as "Senior Xie".
After some time, they might no longer be able to see the people above them.
Chu Yanshu listened for a long time before pointing out the key issue: "Does this senior know... his identity?"
The three looked at each other, their youthful impetuosity setting them apart. After discussing for a while, they made a decision that would make their elders faint on the spot.
They decided to test the waters themselves when they met again!
"Thank you, senior."
Chu Yanshu used his spear to distract Sheng Ningyu, while Feng Jiutian stammered and blocked Xie Qianjing's path.
With just a glance from the other party, Feng Jiutian felt an immense increase in pressure, her mind went blank, and she completely forgot what she was going to say.
"We're just a little curious!" Chu Lexin said resolutely, closing her eyes as she spoke, "You said you are Wang Jiuqian's... fellow Daoist's Daoist partner, so, do you usually call her by her given name or by her courtesy name?"
Xie Qianjing took in their changing expressions, tilted his head, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He frowned slightly, seemingly troubled: "Words? What words?"
This reaction is wrong!
Xie Qianjing nodded thoughtfully, and began to consider their words.
"Yes, that's true."
Their eyes gleamed.
However, the next second, under the gazes from both sides, Xie Qianjing slowly shook his head.
"However, it has nothing to do with the 'stars, moon, sun and clouds' you talk about."
It has nothing to do with anything!?
The two were stunned. Xie Qianjing looked past them toward Sheng Ningyu with a beaming smile.
The Phoenix Clan's territory should theoretically be filled with silver bamboo, but for some reason, it is planted with pear blossoms. At this moment, the branches of the pear blossoms are being shaken by the wind stirred up by Chu Yanshu's spear dance, and they are falling gently, like an early snowfall.
Xie Qianjing stood in the snow, his figure still swaying in the shadows of flowers, his sparse shadows looking desolate.
Sheng Ningyu looked at him, and unexpectedly, the question from a few days ago came to mind again.
Xie Qianjing looked at her in the same way then. His eyes were dark, with a faint crimson tinge in his pupils, and his demonic aura gradually thickened. He was like a Bodhi jade thrown into a pool of blood, his skin permeated with savagery and murderous intent.
Yet, his true nature remains aloof and noble.
Sheng Ningyu had no doubt that she had been bewitched by such beauty back then.
She loved this noble and upright young immortal the most, especially since Xie Qianjing's smile was as gentle as snow meeting a spring breeze.
She would like him as soon as she met him.
Sheng Ningyu was lost in thought when she was finally interrupted by a soft laugh.
"I don't know."
It's not "yes" or "no", but "I don't know".
Sheng Ningyu was lost in thought and didn't notice that Xie Qianjing had already walked up and sat down next to her.
Feng Jiutian and Chu Le had very strange expressions, as if they were holding back something, wanting to say it but not daring to bring it up.
Sheng Ningyu suppressed a laugh and gently nudged Xie Qianjing's arm: "I never thought our Immortal Lord Xie could be so childish."
Xie Qianjing turned his face away, his gaze falling on the pear blossoms drifting in the sunlight, a scene both real and illusory, like a ghostly figure from legends that bewitches the soul. Yet, when he raised the corners of his mouth, he was far more gentle than the pear blossoms.
"They were talking about stars and the moon, such a lively scene, I really didn't know."
Chu Yanshu was standing nearby and happened to hear this sentence. He couldn't help but look up in surprise.
Such a friendly and natural tone suggests that this Senior Xie must know the identity of the Sword Master.
Her gaze was too obvious. Sheng Ningyu raised an eyebrow at her and handed her a glass of honey water.
"What's wrong?"
"Senior Xie knows...?"
“He knows.” Sheng Ningyu glanced at Xie Qianjing, then turned and added, “He’s known for a long time.”
Chu Le couldn't help but ask, "Since you already knew the identity of the Bright Moon Sword Master, why did Senior Xie say 'it doesn't matter' just now?"
Xie Qianjing: "Bright Moon Sword Master... Do you like being addressed as that?"
Feng Jiutian was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused: "Is it not allowed?" He glanced at Sheng Ningyu, and seeing that she did not object, he hesitated before saying, "Our young lord is also addressed as 'Mingyue'."
Sheng Ningyu was gesturing with a twig when she heard this, and lazily lifted her eyelids: "Of course you can, don't listen to his nonsense."
Xie Qianjing smiled and did not refute.
However, Chu Le was still incredibly curious.
The only advantage might be the marriage agreement between the Chu family and the Sword Master.
At least, the Chu family still has a chance?
Seeing that Xie Qianjing didn't seem angry, he boldly leaned closer and asked, "What Senior Xie meant was that the Sword Master's code name wasn't actually 'Bright Moon'?"
Xie Qianjing looked back and saw Sheng Ningyu raise an eyebrow and smile, shrugging at him.
Let's see what else you can say.
Before the last few words had even finished, a sword light fell like a meteor. Almost simultaneously, a nearly transparent silver-white silk ribbon rolled up from below, and the two intertwined. Spiritual energy and demonic energy exploded, instantly turning into a rain of flowers.
The three young disciples were almost stunned.
Sheng Ningyu ignored them and pressed herself against Xie Qianjing. Since she no longer had a branch, she simply pressed her finger against Xie Qianjing's throat and whispered, "You still say 'I don't know'?"
She even told him her name!
Xie Qianjing's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice a little hoarse, but his tone remained unhurried: "Which matter are you referring to? The past, or the present..."
"Don't say it!" Sheng Ningyu tightened her grip with her fingertips, threatening fiercely.
A smile spread across Xie Qianjing's eyes, and he hummed in agreement, his voice gentle: "Yes, I won't say."
The pear blossoms fell in a flurry, like an unfinished dream.
"Wow, amazing..." Feng Jiutian exclaimed. He turned his head, nudged the person next to him, and winked, "How does it compare to your uncle?"
Sheng Ningyu was amused by what she saw. Suddenly remembering something, she waved to Chu Le.
"I've heard that your family has something called 'Bright Moon Heart,' which can repel all demons and prevent puppets from attacking. Have you ever seen that thing?"
Chu Le was stunned: "Isn't this the treasure you gave to my uncle back then?"
Xie Qianjing chuckled beside him.
Sheng Ningyu: "..."
For some reason, even though she hadn't done anything wrong, she still felt extremely guilty because of this person's laughter.
Sheng Ningyu: "Where is that thing now?"
Chu Le: "It was kept at the Chu family for a period of time, and it should still be in my uncle's Hai Shang Ming Yue Lou now."
Sheng Ningyu: "Do you still remember what this thing looks like?"
She still remembered when Yao Youling mentioned this thing, saying it looked like the moon and a lotus flower, without being sure at all.
Chu Le pondered deeply: "At first glance, it seemed to be a round moon radiating light, but it wasn't very big; it was long and thin, somewhat..."
“It looks like a broken bone,” Chu Yanshu replied.
Sheng Ningyu's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her mouth turned up high: "Have you looked at it carefully?"
Chu Yanshu blushed slightly at Sheng Ningyu's smile: "I have seen it... I was at home at the time when I was suddenly attacked by the puppet's energy. It was Mingyue Xin who saved my life."
For some reason, under the gaze of the unfamiliar senior opposite him, Chu Yanshu's voice grew softer and softer, and he seemed somewhat at a loss.
Sheng Ningyu smiled and said, "It's a good thing." She extended her spiritual energy and circled Xie Qianjing's hand, warning him not to scare the children, but her face remained calm and she still smiled as if chatting casually.
"And then what? I heard that it turned into the shape of a lotus flower?"
Chu Le remembers this.
Ever since Sheng Ningyu rescued her from the Demon Seed Illusionary Realm that day and confirmed her identity, Chu Le had always felt that something was off.
Feeling guilty, ashamed, and eager to do something.
Sheng Ningyu frowned: "I've used it?"
“Yes! My uncle recognized it at a glance back then; it was the lotus crown you wore.”
Sheng Ningyu felt suffocated and confused.
If it really is her spiritual bone, then why put it in the lotus crown, and why was Ning Jiao in charge of it?
If she didn't speak, no one else dared to speak either.
In the silence, Xie Qianjing chuckled softly again.
Sheng Ningyu: "..."
She decisively put aside her thoughts and turned to look at Chu Yanshu: "I heard that because of the birth of the Demon Seed, the Thousand Mountains Trial will be held a few days earlier. Won't the Chu family send someone to pick you up?"
Chu Yanshu whispered, "I received a message from home saying that they would be taking us back soon, it should be in the next few days."
As luck would have it, a short while later, the Third Elder of the Phoenix Clan appeared outside the door.
He no longer displayed the arrogance of that day, and bowed respectfully to Sheng Ningyu and Xie Qianjing: "Young Master ordered me to come and receive the Chu family disciples."
Chu Le and Chu Yanshu tactfully stood beside the Third Elder of the Phoenix Clan.
The fact that the Chu family was willing to send someone to pick them up was clearly a good thing, showing that the Chu family still valued them after all. However, a subtle feeling of reluctance arose in the hearts of the two of them.
Life was tough in the Phoenix Clan; they didn't have the luxurious life they had in the Chu family, but...
But the Sword Master is here!
Although Chu Le doesn't mention it, ever since he witnessed that sword that could split the heavens and the earth in the Demon Seed Illusion, he has been thinking about it constantly and can't forget it.
Otherwise, why would the topic be brought up again when they went out to clear obstacles?
Thinking of this, Chu Le secretly glanced at Sheng Ningyu again. Sheng Ningyu didn't look up, but met another pair of eyes.
The paint was like ink dots, with a hint of scarlet, indifferent and cold, devoid of any emotion.
Chu Le was so frightened that he quickly looked away and dared not move again.
Before leaving, the third elder of the Phoenix Clan bowed to Sheng Ningyu once again.
"Feng Jun said that if you have made up your mind, go and find him."
Before Sheng Ningyu could speak, a voice interrupted their conversation with a cold laugh.
"What have you decided?"
All eyes turned to the doorway, where a crimson figure stood.
Feng Xiaosheng arrived in haste, his body covered in the city's frost and snow.
She stood in front of Sheng Ningyu, her gaze towards the crowd so sharp it seemed she wanted to nail their bones and joints with a soul-piercing nail.
The spiritual power spread rapidly throughout the room.
The third elder of the Phoenix Clan trembled with fear: "Young Lord, this old man..."
"Whom do you want to take with you?"
The words were calm, yet everyone could sense the impending storm brewing within them.
With a thud, the Phoenix Clan members, led by the Third Elder, all knelt down, bowing deeply, their bodies trembling, not daring to utter a single word.
Feng Xiaosheng looked down at the crowd, the veins at the corners of his eyes bulging slightly, his anger rising ever higher.
Since that big argument, she hadn't come to see Sheng Ningyu for a long time, only daring to stand quietly outside the window for a while when Sheng Ningyu was resting.
She couldn't wait to see her; the longing in her heart never dissipated with the prospect of meeting her, but instead intensified, clamoring day and night.
But Feng Xiaosheng also knew that his ever-growing desire for control over the years needed to be curbed.
Sheng Ningyu was not her subordinate, not a junior member of her clan, nor one of the people she needed to be wary of.
She was her best friend.
The questions raised by Sheng Ningyu do indeed need answers.
Therefore, Feng Xiaosheng deliberately controlled himself and did not come to Sheng Ningyu before he was fully prepared, giving each other a chance to calm down.
But someone actually tried to interfere and take her away?!
She took a step forward, about to speak, when her sleeve was gently tugged.
Feng Xiaosheng froze, then slowly turned around.
Sheng Ningyu shook her head at her, offering no further explanation, but instead raised her voice slightly and said with a smile, "Never mind."
“I was waiting for you. If you hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have gone to find Feng Jun.”
His hand, which was tugging at her sleeve, slid down and took her hand in his.
In an instant, his anger and resentment vanished without a trace.
Feng Xiaosheng's eyes flickered slightly, and everyone immediately withdrew, leaving only four people in the room.
Sheng Ningyu looked at the masked person behind Feng Xiaosheng and raised her eyebrows: "Who is this?"
At Feng Xiaosheng's signal, the man stepped forward, bowed his head, and stood there: "Feng Qingxing."
Sheng Ningyu understood.
In the past few days, she had also heard a lot of news from Feng Jiutian and the others.
This guard with a mysterious background was also on the list.
"Feng Jun said that as long as I agree to see Lady Lanxi, he will tell me everything that happened back then."
Feng Xiaosheng refused without hesitation: "No way!"
Lady Lanxi was already physically weak, and her personality changed drastically after her only child was killed by Sheng Ningyu.
Feng Xiaosheng knew that Sheng Ningyu wouldn't hold a grudge against Madam Lanxi, but precisely because of this, she was even more unwilling to let the other party suffer any injustice.
Sheng Ningyu sighed: "But I really want to know."
Feng Xiaosheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then I'll go with you."
With her around, Lady Lanxi couldn't bully Sheng Ningyu.
Xie Qianjing withdrew his gaze from Feng Qingxing and gently suggested, "She has some demonic energy on her. If it is inconvenient for Young Master to take action, I can do it for him."
Feng Xiaosheng glanced at him and said sarcastically, "At least you said something sensible."
Sheng Ningyu corrected: "He is a demon."
Feng Xiaosheng glared at her and slammed his hand on the table: "Sheng Mingyue, whose side are you on?"
Don't think she doesn't know; it was this person who instigated Sheng Mingyue to argue with her!
Xie Qianjing's eyelashes trembled. He glanced at Sheng Ningyu, then lowered his gaze: "The Sword Master is naturally on Young Lord's side."
This pitiful appearance makes it hard to believe that he is the Demon Lord who sits calmly in the main hall, making everyone, including Feng Jun, uneasy.
Feng Xiaosheng was greatly shocked. She looked at Sheng Ningyu, raised her finger and pointed at Xie Qianjing: "You believe him?!"
Sheng Ningyu, of course, did not believe it.
No matter what, Xie Qianjing is still a dignified and disrespectful person. Putting aside his ability to conceal his demonic energy without a trace, the silver satin and white silk that appears to be like a dragon whose head and tail are nowhere to be seen is enough to make others suffer.
But then again...
She grasped Feng Xiaosheng's finger that was pointing at Xie Qianjing and pushed it back, soothingly saying, "You are all my friends, and we don't have any deep-seated hatred for each other, so why argue about these useless things?"
Feng Xiaosheng: "?!"
Feng Xiaosheng said incredulously, "You actually believe that?!"
"Sheng Mingyue, are you getting more and more regressive as you get older?!"
Xie Qianjing sighed softly and moved closer to Sheng Ningyu: "Since we're going to talk things out, there's no need to argue with the young master."
Feng Xiaosheng slammed his hand on the table and raised his voice: "Do I need you to tell me?!"
Having received the signal, Feng Qingxing silently followed behind Xie Qianjing.
After finally getting everyone out, Sheng Ningyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning around, she saw Feng Xiaosheng sitting by the window, smiling at her.
"Confirmed?" She raised an eyebrow. "I didn't kill those members of the Chu family."
Even though she's such a grown-up, she still likes to sulk like she did when she was a child.
Sheng Ningyu found it amusing: "Perhaps it's because their skin isn't as good-looking as mine?"
Feng Xiaosheng had been waiting for these words. She placed a jade slip on the table: "I roughly know what you've heard, but that's not the truth."
She paused, and her hand under her sleeve slowly curled up.
“After you left, someone deliberately impersonated you in front of me.”
“It’s not just me, Chu Jiye, Feng Qingli, Han Yuyi… even the Sword Pavilion has had people like this.”
There are men and women, some who cultivate, and others who are demons and ghosts.
They tried to take the easiest shortcut in the world by using their appearance, but they never thought that there were people like Chu Jiye who wanted to find someone who looked similar to them for comfort, and people like Feng Xiaosheng who didn't want to see them at all.
"Although I despise those people's stupidity, I did not take action." Recalling those past events, Feng Xiaosheng's voice became even colder, "But if someone tries to imitate your appearance to do some ugly things, I will not tolerate it."
For example, the demon whose skin she peeled off.
"She herself stole the skin from other people's corpses, refined it, and infiltrated the Moon Chasing City, intending to use the same trick to make a profit."
Every single incident is recorded.
Feng Xiaosheng gave a sarcastic laugh: "I don't know about others, but I remember Feng Qingli also found this extremely objectionable. I don't know why, but he went far worse than me. If you were to encounter him..."
"We ran into them." Sheng Ningyu sighed. "Wasn't I thrown off the flying boat?"
Seeing her miserable, gloomy face, Feng Xiaosheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She casually remarked, "Later I discovered that it was much easier to let the world think I hated you than to let them know I missed you."
At least that way, no one will impersonate her and repeatedly appear in her field of vision.
She hated those clowns, and she hated herself just as much for being lost in thought about them.
Every single time.
Every time, she would think, since they look so similar, why didn't they die?
The scenery remains the same, but the familiar faces are nowhere to be seen.
"So, after they all misunderstood the meaning of 'Moon Chaser City,' I didn't correct them."
Month after month.
One option is expulsion.
The second is to... catch up.
In my youth, I had many delusions, and I only wished to spend my life following the moon.
Sheng Ningyu also laughed, and as she laughed, she suddenly said, "I never really doubted you."
Feng Xiaosheng hummed in agreement. She looked at Sheng Ningyu and tentatively took her hand: "I was wrong before. When Gui Canglou opens, I will go with you."
Sheng Ningyu: "Can the Phoenix Clan do without you?"
Feng Xiaosheng chuckled softly: "I am only the young lord, the lord Feng is still here."
Her uncle refused to budge and insisted on seeing Sheng Ningyu, which annoyed Feng Xiaosheng as well.
She wasn't as responsible as Sheng Ningyu, so she simply abandoned everything and followed Sheng Ningyu.
"If not with me, who else would you like to be with?"
Before Sheng Ningyu could speak, Feng Xiaosheng narrowed his eyes warily and threatened, "That treacherous, two-faced devil?"
She rattled off her long string of words without pausing, leaving Sheng Ningyu somewhat bewildered. She said helplessly, "Why are we talking about this? Weren't you two working together perfectly well before?"
"That was before, but now I just can't stand the sight of him."
Feng Xiaosheng flipped through her memories and actually remembered something.
She said coldly, "That's how this person was back then."
Sheng Ningyu continued, "What happened back then? He wasn't at the academy."
Sheng Ningyu has no memory of this incident.
She pretended to think for a moment and said, "You didn't seem to hate him that much back then."
Feng Xiaosheng thought for a moment and said honestly, "Because he didn't talk to us back then."
Who knew that opening my mouth would be so annoying?
Sheng Ningyu laughed, and was about to say something when she heard Feng Xiaosheng say unintentionally, "But their Bodhi Lotus is really beautiful. You used to like using this for your headdress."
Sheng Ningyu was stunned for a moment, and in a flash, she suddenly remembered something she had always overlooked.
Unlike the Jiange people who prefer bland and elegant tastes, perhaps because Sheng Ningyu's love and hate were very intense back then, this clear-cut personality of love and hate is also reflected in her tastes now.
Sheng Ningyu liked to eat extremely sour plums and extremely sweet Bodhi honey flower cake with five times the amount of sugar.
...Bodhi Honey Flower Cake.
"I think I ate something really sweet before, something called 'Bodhi Honey Flower Cake'," Sheng Ningyu said casually. "Is it still sold now?"
"Bodhi Honey Flower Cake?"
Feng Xiaosheng frowned and shook his head: "This thing probably needs to be made with Bodhi Lotus, right? Bodhi Lotus is a unique spiritual flower and immortal herb of the Xie family, named after the Buddhist verse 'One flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi.' It is said that when they form a sea of flowers, they can connect the three thousand mortal realms and gather the power of primordial chaos into one person..."
This explanation sounds familiar.
Sheng Ningyu rubbed the scars on her wrist.
Where have I heard this before?
"...But after the Xie family was destroyed by the backlash of the demonic seed, the Bodhi Lotus disappeared without a trace."
Demon Seed?
Demon Seed!
For a moment, Sheng Ningyu felt that her guess was absurd.
She controlled her voice, her tone hoarse, and said, "Feng Xiaosheng, don't you think the story about the Bodhi Lotus sounds familiar?"
Feng Xiaosheng suddenly raised his head!
"You mean, the Demon Seed?"
Sheng Ningyu nodded, then frowned: "I feel like I've forgotten something."
Feng Xiaosheng said, "The Xie family's possession of stolen demon seeds is indeed full of doubts, but there is no way to verify it without the evidence. Unless the Chu family lends out the Yin-Yang Mirror, or they obtain some kind of opportunity during the Thousand Mountains Trial."
A thousand mountains overlap, a crane travels ten thousand miles to find its way home.
The Thousand Mountains Trial is jointly initiated by the leaders and patriarchs of the eleven major sects. It contains opportunities from heaven and earth. In past records, some people have even met the deceased and resolved misunderstandings from the past.
Just as the two were looking at each other in bewilderment, another Phoenix Clan disciple arrived and knelt outside the door.
"Immortal Lord Wang, the Phoenix Lord invites you."
He was determined to see her before the people from Yunwang Palace arrived.
It seems that although the old man Yuan never leaves his house, his influence still remains, and even the Phoenix Lord has to avoid his sharp edge.
Sheng Ningyu didn't care.
Not only did Feng Jun want to see her, but after connecting the matter of the Demon Seed and the Bodhi Lotus, she also wanted to see Feng Jun.
And Feng Jun must know something about what happened to her back then.
After all, he was a figure who had led the Divine Clan for many years. Even when Xie Qianjing threatened Lady Lanxi, he was unable to extract any information from her.
This meeting is something I absolutely must see.
Sheng Ningyu got up to leave, and Feng Xiaosheng accompanied her, casually saying, "I see you always eating those sweet and greasy things. After all these years, don't you get tired of them?"
Sheng Ningyu: "It's rare to have something good to eat, so naturally I want to eat everything. Hmm, Feng Xiaohong, you can't be that stingy, can you?"
Feng Xiaosheng: "...Shut up."
The two joked around and soon arrived at the Phoenix Palace.
"I'll go in first." Sheng Ningyu raised her head, squinted at the sky, and turned to Feng Xiaosheng seriously, "If you haven't come out by the time it takes to eat three pastries, you should immediately rush in and find me."
Seeing her so serious, Feng Xiaosheng also suppressed his playful expression, nodded solemnly, but was still puzzled: "Why three pieces?"
Sheng Ningyu honestly replied, "Because I can't eat any more."
Feng Xiaosheng: "..."
He was so angry that his chest heaved uncontrollably.
The two women looked at each other, and after a moment, Feng Xiaosheng looked away first, saying irritably, "Fine, I'll listen to you!"
She couldn't resist her in the end and gave in.
Sheng Ningyu smiled and climbed the steps alone.
Above the mountains, atop the sea of clouds.
The white jade tiles used in the palace gleam with golden light under the sun, resembling a phoenix spreading its wings as if about to take flight. The steps under the main hall are paved with cloud-patterned stones, as delicate as clear spring water, making one feel as if walking on clouds, unaware of where they are.
Sheng Ningyu closed her eyes slightly, and as soon as she stepped inside, she immediately felt a strong pressure coming towards her.
It was very uncomfortable. The spiritual energy in her body was churning, and her already incomplete spiritual bones were aching. Sheng Ningyu's pupils were even unfocused for a moment. She bit her tongue hard to make herself more awake with the taste of blood.
However, compared to her physical discomfort, Sheng Ningyu did not feel any mental pressure.
Which of these revered and respected elders in the eyes of the world wasn't angered by her back then?
"Lord Feng, you should think this through carefully."
Despite using polite language, Sheng Ningyu's tone was lazy, sounding more like a polite sarcasm than a greeting.
After pausing for a moment, sensing the spiritual power gradually receding, Sheng Ningyu curved her lips into a smile, raised her eyebrows, and revealed a flamboyant and unrestrained laugh.
Quite provocative.
In contrast, her words were weak, pitiful, and helpless, and her body was already teetering on the brink of collapse.
The next second, the spiritual power flowed away like water, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Sheng Ningyu was secretly laughing so hard she almost fell over.
An aged voice rang out, carrying a familiar air of exasperation.
"Get in here right now!"
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