Jiang Chuting sent a letter to Jiuchongtian, and then continued south as Yuanxi had instructed.
Lin Zhi was already grateful that he hadn't been driven away, so he didn't dare ask any questions and naturally followed wherever Jiang Chuting went. Every day, he took meticulous care of Xing'er, always finding opportunities to get close to Jiang Chuting, helping him with his things, handing him water, helping him onto the carriage... In short, he would react immediately whenever he sensed that Jiang Chuting needed anything.
Although he was often met with silent rejection, he was not discouraged.
Because the children were too young to endure long journeys, they did not rush along the way, often stopping the carriage halfway to rest, enjoy the scenery, and have a snack.
That day they stopped in a forest. Wei Jia was too lazy to move and ate in the carriage. Jiang Chuting stood by the carriage to get some fresh air, while Lin Zhi picked flowers with Xing'er.
The two, one big and one small, chatted back and forth, their cheerful laughter occasionally ringing out.
Jiang Chuting couldn't help but turn her head to take a look.
During this time, Lin Zhi played with Xing'er, fed him, bathed and dressed him, and slept with him. No matter how much Xing'er fussed and fussed, he never got angry and was always patient and attentive. Except for not knowing the truth, Lin Zhi and Xing'er's relationship was exactly like that of a father and son.
Lin Zhi, with a few wildflowers haphazardly stuck into his hair by Xing'er, smiled and then turned his head away to cough a few times. His injuries had dragged on for too long and had not yet healed; he still had to take medicine every day.
Noticing Jiang Chuting's gaze, his eyes lit up. He waved at him, then picked up Xing'er, who was spinning around his feet, and walked over.
Lin Zhi smiled and asked him, "Are you leaving?"
Jiang Chuting didn't respond, but simply took Xing'er and got into the carriage.
Lin Zhi puffed out her cheeks and followed him up.
The carriage continued on its way. Xing'er leaned against Jiang Chuting's arm, her eyes darting around before she suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Daddy, where's Mommy?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhi's eyes widened instantly, her heart leaped into her throat, and she turned her head away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.
Last night, Xing'er slept with him, and he couldn't resist asking her about her mother. Xing'er was just a tiny little thing, and since birth she only knew Jiang Chuting as her father, so she didn't know anything else. She looked completely bewildered by his questions.
Unexpectedly, the little guy's curiosity was piqued, and he actually asked a question at this moment.
Jiang Chuting's first reaction was to look at Lin Zhi, and he roughly knew what was going on.
Before he could speak, Wei Jia squinted and smiled, saying earnestly, "Silly Xing'er, your mother is right here."
As he spoke, he pointed at Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi's eyes widened. Wei Jia, who was usually so straightforward, how could he be so good at playing tricks on people?
Xing'er tilted her head in confusion at first, but then seemed quite satisfied with the result. She excitedly rushed into Lin Zhi's arms and sweetly called out, "Mother, Mother, Mother, you are my mother."
Lin Zhi hugged him, her lips twitching several times, a half-smile on her face: "Okay, okay, be good. Don't call me that."
Xing'er affectionately hugged his face and rubbed against him, then kissed him several times, saying, "Mother, Mother!"
"Hahaha..." The scene became absurd for a moment.
Lin Zhi was feeling awkward when he inadvertently turned his gaze and caught a glimpse of the silent curve of Jiang Chuting's lips, as gentle as water.
Lin Zhi was almost stunned: "Chu Ting, you smiled."
There was no coldness or aloofness; it was just like when they were together before, and he always showed him that beautiful smile.
Lin Zhi kept her eyes fixed on him, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
Upon hearing his words, Jiang Chuting's lips slowly fell, her smile vanishing as she looked straight ahead, no longer glancing at him.
Seeing this, Lin Zhi felt extremely distressed, and his mood suddenly plummeted.
Although Lin Zhi hated his mother, he had been secretly keeping an eye on her situation. The imperial court's investigation was extremely thorough; they were determined to eradicate the Lin family. Not only had the drug trials resulted in deaths, but other previously concealed problems had also been unearthed. Lin Xi pushed her subordinates to take the blame, and her whereabouts remained unknown to this day.
With Hong Yufei around, she will definitely take good care of his mother's safety and ensure nothing happens to her. As for him... he's definitely doomed, and it's unknown how many more days he can endure like this.
Because of the delay on the road, they did not go into the city that night, but instead found a family in a quiet little village to stay with.
Lin Zhi ran into the host's kitchen and tinkered for a long time, burning his hands with blisters. He then excitedly brought over a large bowl of noodles and placed it in front of Jiang Chuting.
"Chu Ting, there's nothing good to eat here, so I can only cook noodles for you." Lin Zhi looked at him expectantly with bright eyes: "Try it."
Xing'er exclaimed and clapped her hands, "Mommy is so amazing!"
Lin Zhi was too lazy to correct him on that form of address, and just smiled and patted his head.
Jiang Chuting glanced at it and saw that the dough was probably not kneaded properly, as the noodles broke when cooked. He added some greens and chopped green onions, and there was a layer of oil floating on the surface, so it wasn't as terrible as he had imagined.
Lin Zhi observed his reaction, her face full of eagerness and anticipation, her eyes not daring to blink.
Jiang Chuting remained silent for a moment under his gaze, then politely said, "Thank you." She picked up her chopsticks, tasted one first, and then fed another to Xing'er. Apart from being a little bland, it wasn't bad.
Xing'er gave Lin Zhi a lot of face and ate with relish.
Lin Zhi was delighted, although he knew that Chu Ting was probably only eating to avoid wasting food.
As night deepened, Wei Jia and Xing'er fell asleep one after another. Jiang Chuting stood outside, bathed in moonlight, his right hand caressing a blue ring-shaped jade pendant as he fell into deep thought.
Footsteps approached from behind, but Jiang Chuting only glanced at them out of the corner of her eye without turning around to look, and put the jade pendant into her bosom.
In the stillness of the night, Lin Zhi spoke first: "Chu Ting, I remember you said before that you came to me to resolve something." Lin Zhi spoke each word very softly and carefully, as if she would immediately stop if she sensed that he was angry.
Jiang Chuting didn't react, so he continued, "Can you tell me, has this matter been resolved?"
Lin Zhi didn't expect Jiang Chuting to respond, but to his surprise, he heard his reply.
"No."
Lin Zhi was overjoyed and then asked, "Then... when can it be resolved?"
Jiang Chuting turned to look at him before saying calmly, "I don't know, we'll see."
"Is it important? Can you tell me so I can help you?"
Jiang Chuting withdrew her gaze, her eyes lingering in the air, and said, "No need."
Having said that, Lin Zhi consciously stopped discussing the topic.
Just when he thought the conversation was over, Jiang Chuting suddenly asked him, "Lin Zhi, have you thought about what to do in the future?"
"Me? I haven't thought about it." Lin Zhi felt a little flustered when he asked this. She kicked a small pebble and forced a smile, saying, "Anyway, wherever you are, I'll be there."
Jiang Chuting paused for a moment, then said, "You should think about it."
Lin Zhi quickly replied, "There's nothing to think about. It's either I stay with you or I die."
Jiang Chuting stood still for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, "You only have one life. From now on, whether you live or die is up to you." After saying that, she turned and went back into the house.
Lin Zhi stared blankly at his back, seemingly understanding but not quite, her mind in turmoil.
Is it really as he thinks, that Chu Ting will break up with him after she finishes dealing with things? What should he do?
Two days later, they arrived in Jiaxing City. The local customs were open, and the girls were bold and enthusiastic. Jiang Chuting and Lin Zhixing were both very good-looking. As they walked down the street, several girls threw silk handkerchiefs at them to express their admiration. Wei Jia was among them.
They covered their mouths, giggled, and ran away. Lin Zhi, with a dark face, snatched the silk handkerchief from Jiang Chuting's hand and angrily crumpled it into a ball.
Jiang Chuting glanced at him only once before continuing on her way.
Lin Zhi was somewhat taken aback by the stare, and his hands stopped moving. Yes, he wasn't anyone to Chu Ting anymore; what right or position did he have to be jealous like this?
Lin Zhi was disgruntled and quickened his pace to catch up with him.
In a secluded courtyard in the eastern part of Jiaxing, Lin Xi was furiously yelling at Hong Yufei, who was kneeling before her: "You dare to stop me? I'll kill you with one blow, you believe me?!"
Hong Yufei's face was pale, but she insisted, "Patriarch, there are people tracking us everywhere outside. You can't show your face."
"I can't show my face, so you lock me in the house all day and I can't go anywhere?? Do you think I'm a prisoner??" Lin Xi's eyes were red with anger as she pointed at her and said, "Hong Yufei, who do you think you are? You're just Lin Xuan's dog, a dog! What right do you have to interfere with my freedom?"
Hong Yufei had endured countless similar insults along the way, her eyes were numb, and she whispered, "If you want to live, you have no freedom."
Lin Xi raised her hand and slapped her hard: "Still talking back?!"
Hong Yufei had a slap mark on her face. She closed her eyes and said, "Now that you've vented your anger, please stay put. I'll go out and find out what's going on."
Lin Xi laughed sarcastically, saying, "What else is there to ask? This is retribution! The Lin family is finished, completely finished! This is the retribution for killing Zi Que! Lin Xuan's grand ideals are about to end... Hahaha!"
Hong Yufei raised her face, frowned, and looked at her, saying, "Patriarch, you are a member of the Lin family, the daughter of the former patriarch. How can you do this for a man..."
Lin Xi's face instantly darkened, and she roared as she interrupted him, "I'm a member of the Lin family? I'm her daughter? When you killed Zi Que, did no one think about who I was?! You kept it from me for almost twenty years, and I was still foolishly listening to her and helping her fulfill her so-called last wishes. She's a vicious and disgusting woman! The hatred for killing my husband is irreconcilable, so why should I still care about her?! Now everything in the Lin family has been lost, I'm overjoyed! I want her to never rest in peace!"
Hong Yufei took a deep breath; she had absolutely nothing to say to her.
Ever since Lin Xi learned the true cause of Yun Zique's death, she has truly gone mad. She was originally indifferent to the affairs of the Lin family, and now she not only completely distances herself from them, but also deeply hopes that everything about the Lin family can be destroyed more quickly.
All for one man.
When Lin Xuan was alive, he probably never imagined that such a day would come.
Lin Xi grabbed her collar: "Right now, don't worry about anything else. All you need to do is find Lin Zhi. If I'm leaving, I'll take him with me!"
For Lin Xi, Lin Zhi was the only remaining conscious thought. She wanted to take Lin Zhi overseas to another country. She would rather die than allow Lin Zhi to get involved with that man again!
As darkness fell, Lin Xi didn't eat. She wandered around the room like a ghost, muttering to herself, before sitting down on the edge of the bed, clutching a dark, square box.
Her slender fingers gently stroked the box, a smile spreading across her lips: "From now on, I will definitely protect you well."
It was impractical to carry a coffin while fleeing, so Lin Xi had no choice but to cremate Zi Que's remains with a heavy heart. The box now contains his ashes. It is also Lin Xi's emotional support; she holds it and talks to it for a while every night before going to sleep.
As usual, Lin Xi placed the box beside her pillow and drifted off to sleep.
Lin Xi was startled awake by the sound of clashing swords and sat bolt upright, only to find Hong Yufei fighting with a man in black inside the room.
Lin Xi instinctively wanted to hug the box and shrink into the bed, but when she reached out, she found it empty.
The box is gone.
It was taken by the man in black.
Lin Xi immediately rushed off the bed to snatch the things away, but Hong Yufei shouted in alarm and anger, "Get out of the way!"
"Give it back to me! Give Zique back to me!" Lin Xi ignored her and her attempts to stop her, rushing straight between the two of them.
In the chaos, a thick plume of white smoke billowed from the room, and Hong Yufei hurriedly grabbed Lin Xi and retreated. As the smoke dissipated, the man in black also disappeared.
Lin Xi screamed, clutching her head, as if her soul had been ripped away. Her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, crying out, "Zi Que, Zi Que... Zi Que is gone..." She closed her eyes and fainted.
...
The man in black carried the box and sped to the outskirts of the city, where he stood by a flowing river.
His gaze was hesitant. After a long while, as if he had thought of something, he sighed softly, opened the wooden box, and scattered the ashes inside into the water.
The river was swift, carrying away the ashes, and soon nothing was left.
The man in black muttered something, raised his right hand to his chest, bowed several times in the direction the river was rushing away, and then flew away.
He returned to a secluded courtyard in the city, strode in, and pulled off his mask, revealing a young and handsome face, looking no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with clear eyes.
In the courtyard, there was a boy about his age, who was watching over the young man sitting in a wheelchair beside him.
The man was no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in a dark blue, wide-sleeved robe with subtle patterns. The fabric shimmered in the night like a soft, deep-sea pearl, exuding a low-key luxury. He had a high, straight nose, a pale yet handsome face, and long, beautiful, dark eyes that were serene and aloof. When Yuan Xia entered, his expression remained unchanged; he merely raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at her.
Yuan Xia said, "Your Excellency, the matter has been settled."
"Yes, thank you for your hard work." Lu Zhao said in a low voice, his expression calm. Yuan Sang, however, said angrily, "Hmph, this is just the beginning. Every member of the Lin family is rotten to the core. How many people on our island were killed back then in their struggle to seize the spiritual land! They deserve to be reduced to ashes!"
He was about to speak when Yuan Xia, who was always good-tempered, stopped him: "Alright, that's enough."
Yuan Sang was startled and widened her eyes: "Why are you shouting so loudly? You scared me to death."
Yuan Xia immediately softened her tone and said, "What I mean is that it's getting late, let's take the Lord back to his room to rest."
"oh."
"No need, I can do it myself." Lu Zhao turned his wheelchair around, and a thin red string was tied to his right wrist, which made his skin look even whiter. He said in a low voice to the two people beside him, "You've had a long day, you should both go back and rest."
Yuanxia and Yuansang watched him leave.
Yuan Sang, resting his chin on his hand, said, "Shouldn't our Lord of Penglai Island be very happy? He's the only chosen one in nearly two hundred years! All the islanders should submit to him. If it were me, I'd be laughing in my dreams. But why have I never seen him smile? Why do you think that is?"
Yuanxia glanced at him before saying, "Who says you have to smile to be a person? You don't have to smile if you don't want to."
“I always felt he wasn’t happy at all.” Yuan Sang was still lost in her thoughts. “He’s always wearing the marriage rope, he must want to get married, but I’ve never seen him show any enthusiasm for anyone on the island…” Yuan Sang nudged Yuan Xi’s arm and said, “Why don’t we find him someone here? It’ll save him from always being so lonely and aloof. But he’ll have to pass our test first, so he doesn’t run into another vicious woman like the Lin family. Humph!”
Upon hearing this, Yuan Xia couldn't help but say, "You should mind your own business first. Just make sure you don't say the wrong thing."
Having lived on the island for a long time, completely isolated from the outside world, they knew nothing about what was happening. If it weren't for Lu Zhao, they would have made a laughingstock of themselves. Under Lu Zhao's patient guidance, they changed into clothes without their tribal markings to conceal their identities, learned to exchange pearl herbs for money, and learned to integrate into the outside world and communicate normally with people. They all looked quite convincing and wouldn't easily give themselves away.
Yuan Sang was always puzzled. It was their first time leaving the island, yet the Venerable One was more powerful and knew more than them. He thought to himself that the Venerable One was indeed chosen by the gods.
"Did I say something wrong? When did I say something wrong?" Yuan Sang retorted indignantly, then, remembering something, pressed on, "Whose ashes did you steal today? Lin Xuan's? Why didn't you bring them back so I could scatter them to vent my anger? Wait, the Lin family is around here, right? Why didn't you kill them all? You, hey, don't go! You haven't answered my question yet..."
Yuanxia really didn't want to talk to him, so she covered her ears and went back to her room.
Yuan Xia, the most talented youth of his generation on Penglai Island, possessed exceptional martial arts skills and a kind heart. One day, while out shopping, he encountered several men chasing a crying and screaming woman, nearly abducting her. The woman, seeing him, pleaded for his help, saying she had been forcibly taken by thugs. Yuan Xia, naturally unable to ignore the situation, intervened, taught the men a lesson, and rescued the woman. The woman, deeply grateful, hurriedly fled.
No sooner had I bought the items than trouble came knocking.
He was surrounded by about twenty men wielding long sticks, their menacing aura palpable. The leader, the one Yuan Xia had previously taught a lesson to, roared, "That's him! Get him!"
Seeing the situation was turning against them, the street vendors scrambled to escape. Yuan Xia, holding only the pancakes she had just bought and without any weapons, stood in the center of the crowd and raised her voice slightly, saying, "You think you're in the right to forcibly abduct a woman? I'm not fighting you; I'm in a hurry."
He came out to buy food; Yuan Sang and the others were still waiting.
But no one listened to him; more than twenty men, wielding sticks, came at him menacingly.
Yuan Xia could definitely beat them, but the Venerable Lord had said that no one should be killed. Therefore, he was always careful not to use excessive force and only wanted to get rid of them, for fear of causing trouble.
But these people were extremely arrogant and tried to kill him. Yuan Xia was entangled by them and couldn't dodge in time. He was hit on the head with a club and staggered back several steps while dizzy.
The unsteady body was caught off guard and crashed into a strong and powerful arm.
Someone helped him up and also knocked back those who wanted to continue attacking him, easily taking away the thick stick.
His moves were swift and precise, executed with effortless ease, preventing the attackers from getting close. Yuan Xia was surprised and turned to look at the person supporting him. He saw a handsome young man in a blue robe, with jet-black hair and refined features.
He quickly said, "Thank you, young master."
Jiang Chuting had taken Xing'er and Wei Jia downstairs for breakfast when he heard the commotion outside. He came out to check and stumbled upon this scene.
Jiang Chuting asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
Yuan Xia immediately explained in a few words: "They forcibly took a woman from the people, but I stopped them, and now they've come to retaliate."
Jiang Chuting understood and handed him over to Wei Jia to help him to the side.
Then Yuanxia saw that he didn't even draw his sword, yet his moves were swift and elegant, his clothes fluttering like a fairy. He didn't seem to exert much effort, and in just a few moves, he had dealt with all the thugs, leaving them staggering and bruised.
Even those watching from a distance couldn't help but applaud.
These thugs knew they had met a tough opponent, so they didn't dare utter a word and scrambled away.
The blood from Yuan Xia's head got into his eyes, causing him great discomfort. Jiang Chuting then took him back to the inn, had him wash them with water, and then applied medicine to his wounds.
Jiang Chuting instructed, "Don't get the wound wet for the next two days."
Yuan Xia nodded, deeply grateful to him: "Thank you for your help, young master. I've remembered everything you said."
Since leaving the island, he has met all sorts of people, some good and some bad, but this is the first time he has met someone like Jiang Chuting, who seems to exude gentleness from every strand of his hair. Even after spending just a short time with him, he can feel the warmth of a spring breeze just by listening to him speak.
Jiang Chuting put away the medicine bottle, studied him for a moment. The child looked about the same age as Lin Zhi, and seemed quite composed, but his eyes were clear and innocent, as if he had never experienced the world. After thinking for a moment, she smiled and asked, "Can you tell me that your martial arts moves are actually very powerful? Why don't you use them?"
Yuan Xia wasn't surprised that he had seen through her, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "My... my master ordered us not to cause trouble. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and might accidentally kill someone, so..."
Jiang Chuting nodded: "I see."
They were chatting happily, while Lin Zhi sat beside them, holding Xing'er, pouting, practically drowning in jealousy.
Lin Zhi was already used to Jiang Chuting saving people, so he held Xing'er's hand and waited at the entrance of the inn, thinking that they could have dinner together once he had resolved the matter.
Who knew... he was brought in and given bandages and chatted with, and he couldn't have any complaints, he could only swallow his bitterness.
It's still going on over there.
"Young master, you may call me Yuanxia."
"Your surname is Yuan?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Jiang Chuting smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just that this surname is quite rare."
Yuan Xia said, "Are they few? Many people in my hometown have this surname."
After Yuan Xia finished speaking, she suddenly stood up from the stool and said, "I have to go. My master is still waiting for me."
Jiang Chuting stood up, and Yuan Xia said, "We'll stay at the nearby Jinse Villa for now. You can come and visit us when you have time. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."
Yuan Xia left in a hurry, but a little while later, Jiang Chuting saw Yuan Xia leave a bulging money bag on the stool.
Upon opening it, it was found to be filled with top-quality pearls and gemstones. Converted to silver, it would be no small sum.
Jiang Chuting immediately took it and chased after him, wanting to return it to him, but she couldn't see him at all. This chase led her directly to the Jinse Villa that Yuan Xia had mentioned.
Jiang Chuting stepped onto the stairs and knocked on the door.
Before long, someone came to open the door, but it wasn't Yuan Xia who came; instead, it was a handsome young man with rounder eyes and fairer skin.
He opened the door only a crack wide enough for one person to pass through, his face full of vigilance: "Who are you looking for?"
"Yuan Xia." Jiang Chuting handed him the money pouch, saying succinctly, "I was bandaging his wound just now, and he left his money pouch behind."
Upon seeing that it was indeed Yuan Xia's, Yuan Sang instinctively reached out to take it. Jiang Chuting nodded and said, "Farewell."
Seeing that he was about to leave, Yuan Sang finally reacted, grabbed his sleeve, and said in a much more polite tone than before: "Wait, don't go, come in and have a cup of tea!"
Jiang Chuting politely declined, saying, "Thank you, but I won't go in and disturb you."
"No, no, no." Yuan Sang had already heard Yuan Xia's account of what had just happened and knew that Jiang Chuting was the kind person who had helped him. He immediately grabbed him and said, "Come in and sit down. Otherwise, we would feel bad for troubling you to make this trip."
"I……"
Come on, come on.
Unable to refuse his hospitality, Jiang Chuting had no choice but to go inside with him.
"Young master, you can just call me Yuan Sang. My master is worried that Yuan Xia's head injury might cause some problems, so he sent him to see a doctor. I'll be taking care of you. Please don't mind."
Upon arriving at the flower hall, Yuan Sang served him tea. Jiang Chuting lifted the lid of the cup, revealing a few green leaves in the tea, which smelled fragrant but did not look like tea leaves.
Yuan Sang chuckled and said, "This is called Qing'er Leaf. Don't worry about drinking it; it's very good for your health."
The people on their island live long lives, not because they are all immortals as outsiders say. The fundamental reason is that everyone, regardless of age or gender, drinks this tea like water, which has the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life. This kind of thing can only grow in the spiritual soil of their Penglai Island.
Jiang Chuting smiled, took a sip, and found it sweet, refreshing, and quite unique.
Yuan Sang looked at him and said, "Does the young master like it? If so, I'll pack some for you to take back and brew as a drink."
He was being far too enthusiastic, so Jiang Chuting quickly said, "No need."
Yuan Sang frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"
"It's delicious, but..."
Yuan Sang immediately smiled again: "I'm glad you like it. Please wait a moment, young master, I'll be right there."
Without waiting for his refusal, she ran off in a hurry. Jiang Chuting was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.
After a long while, Yuan Sang still hadn't returned, so Jiang Chuting decided to leave. Xing'er and the others were still at the inn. He had only come out to return some things, but he hadn't expected to be followed here and delayed for so long.
He had something on his mind, but it seemed inappropriate to leave without saying a word.
There were no servants nearby to relay the message, so he stood up, walked out of the flower hall, and wanted to find the person first.
After walking for a while, they suddenly heard two men coughing softly from a room.
"Is he ill?" Jiang Chuting thought for a moment, then stepped forward and, speaking softly to the closed door, said, "Excuse me for disturbing you, but I've come to your residence to deliver something. Thank you for your hospitality..."
A loud crash, the sound of a teacup shattering on the ground, interrupted Jiang Chuting's words.
Before Jiang Chuting could react, Yuan Sang suddenly came around from the right corridor and saw him appear at the door of Lu Zhao's room, looking surprised.
"Young master, what are you doing here?"
Jiang Chuting gave him a brief explanation, and Yuan Sang quickly handed him the wrapped items, not daring to delay him any longer, and said, "Then I'll see you out."
Before leaving, Jiang Chuting couldn't help but glance back at the still tightly closed door.
He had good hearing and could hear the person inside breathing almost incessantly.
Jiang Chuting vaguely felt something was off, but didn't think too much about it and quickened her pace to leave.
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