When Ye Fan arrived, the crisis in Lintang City had already been resolved.
Shang Yan was talking to the Emperor of Fengdu when Zhou Ping stood quietly beside him.
"It's a good thing to recover your strength, so why are you desperately suppressing it?" The Emperor of Fengdu glanced at Shang Yan, somewhat puzzled.
The Great Xia Dynasty is currently lacking in divine combat power. The current situation is treacherous, and this external god in front of them seems to have a significant connection with their own child. Looking at it this way, rounding up, isn't Shang Yan just their own god?
Hearing him say that, Shang Yan lowered his head and said, "As you know, I am an Outer God. If I regain my strength, I'm afraid I can't stay here for too long."
After saying this, he glanced at Zhou Ping, who was clenching his fists beside him.
He has always suppressed his strength, keeping it at the human ceiling.
If his strength is too great, there's a high chance that people from another world will find him and summon him back.
"I see... Then you'll have to work hard." The Emperor of Fengdu reached out and patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder.
Zhou Ping looked up and replied, "Mm."
With a wave of his hand, the bone sword that had been hovering above Lintang City hummed softly and transformed back into a trident, returning to Shang Yan's hand.
After glancing at Shang Yan and Zhou Ping, the Emperor of Fengdu turned and left, saying, "Then I'll be going now."
"Goodbye, senior," Shang Yan waved to him.
Ye Fan, who had just arrived, walked up to Zhou Ping and Shang Yan and said, "Well done!"
"Why are you here?" Shang Yan asked, her expression troubled when she saw him. "If you come, what will happen to my wife and me's shop?"
Ye Fan: ...
So what is he?
Wasn't he worried about these two people, which is why he rushed over?
"Your store is doing well. These past few days have been school season, so who goes to a bookstore?" Ye Fan said helplessly.
Shang Yan's eyes widened. "Is our bookstore doing very poorly?"
He turned to Zhou Ping and asked, "Haven't you received any payments these past few days?"
Zhou Ping coughed lightly, "I received a transfer..."
Does this prove that their bookstore has only had one successful transaction in the past few months?
Shang Yan fell silent. He felt that with his luck, opening a shop shouldn't have led to this situation.
Since the problem wasn't with him and Zhou Ping, it must have been with someone else.
He shifted his gaze to Ye Fan, who was talking to Lin Qiye.
After pulling Zhou Ping to the ground, Shang Yan tugged at Ye Fan and asked, "Why is business so slow when you're here in our shop?"
Ye Fan: ...
"I've already said it's school time now, there's hardly anyone here at other times," Ye Fan's eye twitched. How could this be blamed on him? "And why don't you look at what books you've displayed?"
"The outermost bookshelf is filled with classic martial arts novels, the favorites of older folks. These days, young people, especially students..."
"You should be doing five years of mock exams and three years of college entrance exams!" Ye Fan thought that this was the right approach.
He did indeed put out stacks of exam papers, but for some reason, since he put them out, very few people have come recently...
There were fewer people than before.
Before, at least some elderly men who liked reading martial arts novels would come over to take a look, but now there's no one there at all.
However, Ye Fan would not say such a thing.
Looking at his righteous expression, Shang Yan hesitated and took two steps back. "Never mind... let's talk about it when we get back."
He turned to look at Zhou Ping and saw Baili Tuming and the others surrounding him. Zhou Ping was talking to them with his head down, looking quite helpless.
Shen Qingzhu stepped forward and approached Zhou Ping. He spoke with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, "Senior Sword Saint, my name is Shen Qingzhu."
"Um... hello." Zhou Ping glanced at Shen Qingzhu, who was covered in dust and dirt, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty. "I didn't know you were an undercover agent in there... I'm sorry."
He thought Shang Yan might have been kidnapped, so he held back when he drew his sword. He never expected that the manor would collapse so easily, burying many people inside.
Shen Qingzhu was also buried in the ground.
After hearing his words, Shen Qingzhu waved her hand dismissively and said, "What's the big deal!"
After saying that, he turned his gaze to Shang Yan, who was walking towards them.
After noticing his gaze, Shang Yan smiled at him and said, "Hello, Shen Qingzhu."
“…Senior Sea God, hello,” Shen Qingzhu replied.
"Don't be so formal. Just call me brother, like Qi Ye and the others." Shang Yan reached out and patted his shoulder, and some of Shen Qingzhu's small wounds healed instantly.
After looking Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat up and down, Shang Yan seemed to realize something and asked, "Were you also buried underground?"
"Hmm..." Shen Qingzhu and Shang Yan, who was also covered in dirt, exchanged a glance, and then slowly asked, "Brother Shang Yan... were you underground before?"
"Yes, suddenly a sword aura slashed over. I almost collapsed the altar. That sword aura directly cleaved the ground here, and I was buried underground!" Shang Yan said, somewhat annoyed as he recounted the incident.
He was suddenly buried; he didn't even have time to react!
Zhou Ping, standing to the side: ...
Zhou Ping wished he could bury his head in his chest, trying his best to minimize his presence, afraid that Shang Yan would suddenly notice him.
Shen Qingzhu glanced at Zhou Ping beside her, hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.
...
After finishing up here, Shang Yan held Zhou Ping's hand tightly and said, "There are still two cities left. Shall we go home after Qi Ye and the others finish their training?"
Having been away from home for a while, Shang Yan was starting to miss it.
Ye Fan has arrived now. Their bookstore is currently closed, and Shang Yan can't help but feel restless whenever he thinks about it.
Zhou Ping grasped his hand and pinched Shang Yan's warm cheek. "Mmm."
"Speaking of which, about the time you buried me..." Shang Yan suddenly spoke softly.
It seemed there was no way to avoid this matter, so Zhou Ping immediately admitted his mistake, "I was wrong, Yan Yan, I was too hasty at the time!"
“…”, Shang Yan snorted coldly and did not reply.
"Let me tell you, I've thought that if I die one day, I might want you to bury me."
"But I never imagined I'd be buried alive by you one day!" Shang Yan reached out and pinched Zhou Ping's arm hard. "You're trying to murder your husband!"
"I didn't... I won't do it again..." Zhou Ping reached out and grabbed Shang Yan's sleeve, looking somewhat aggrieved.
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Another book has been banned, oh my god! For this one, please just give it three or four stars in your reviews. The author is having a breakdown from revising the text.
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