Yesterday, after mentioning Yuehe to Fengye about this person, Fengye recalled the person's experiences and sword techniques. Today, as they woke up from their hangover, they heard the telepathic message left by Fengye.
—I'm going to ask the Sword Sect to find that kid to play with.
Everyone laughed, enduring their hangovers and skipping breakfast.
None of us are pleasure-seeking people.
Last night's drinking has already given them a chance to relax.
"When shall we set off?" Qin Xi asked, rubbing her temples as she drank her porridge.
Baili Xijiang chuckled and said, "There's no time like the present, let's do it today."
Everyone at the table burst into laughter.
"Then you can set off today, and we'll wait a little longer."
After laughing for a while, Song Siyao took a sip of porridge and said, "Three days later."
Wan Qiji looked at her and suddenly remembered the things he had said while drunk last night.
Today, the Demon Lord was unusually silent, and occasionally avoided Song Siyao's gaze.
"Then let's set it for three days from now, and send A Yao to Xingyuan first."
Song Tingwan made the decision in a gentle voice.
Wan Qiji nodded to the side.
With him gone, the two Venerable Ones went into seclusion, and he needed to make sure everything at the Cloud Palace Peak was settled in the next few days.
After breakfast, the group, led by Shen Zhuochuan, toured the entire Cloud Palace from beginning to end.
We tasted all the delicious food and enjoyed all the beautiful scenery.
Dusk, shooting stars at night, sunrise.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the second day that the group, who had been laughing, strolling, eating, and drinking, finally dispersed, yawning.
Shen Zhuochuan was busy arranging matters for Yunque, while Song Tingwan and A Yao sat down in the courtyard.
"Xingyuan is dangerous. Although your mother has given you a warning, you still need to be careful."
Song Tingwan patted her hand with concern, her face full of worry.
Song Siyao nodded to his elder sister, "Elder sister is waiting for me. I will carefully resolve the Xingyuan matter and then come out to find you."
After exchanging some words of advice, they brought up their fathers.
"Now you can rest assured, sister. Father has no other problems; it's just that the time is not right yet."
Song Siyao grasped her hand in return, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Judging from the tone of Mother's voice when she mentioned this, I reckon Father will recover before you ascend to immortality."
"I will do it as soon as possible."
Song Tingwan smiled and said, "Your safety is the most important thing."
Song Siyao knew this, and she asked about their travels.
Mentioning this, Song Tingwan's eyes brightened slightly, "I want to wander around and observe the ways of the world, help those I want to help, and give more hope to some vulnerable beings."
Looking at the laughter, anger, and curses of the world, one can feel grief and indignation at the tears shed by some.
She really liked the feeling of observing the world with a smile.
"Alright, then this farewell is our last. We'll meet again on the day Father recovers."
Song Tingwan said with a playful laugh, "It's as if you're leaving today."
Song Siyao smiled and shook her head. "Sister, I want to say so much to you, but after thinking about it, it seems there's no need to say anything more."
The two sisters looked at each other, one with firm confidence, the other with gentle resilience.
Indeed, there is no need to say more.
At a glance, it was clear that the two were equally determined to win.
The ascension will surely be successful.
Day three.
early morning.
Having agreed to set off together tomorrow, Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi excitedly went to buy food for the journey.
Just as he was about to leave, he bumped into Wan Qiji, who was carrying a giant sword, as he returned.
"Aji, where have you been so early?"
Shen Zhuochuan was still engrossed in arranging affairs at the Sanzun Tower, while Song Tingwan was still asleep after having a long talk with her sister last night.
Wan Qiji pursed his lips, "Ayao is leaving. I'll see her out of the city."
Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi looked at each other in surprise and exclaimed, "Didn't we agree to send our sister to Xingyuan together? Why did she leave on her own!"
Wan Qiji smiled and said, "She said she didn't want to make a big fuss and suggested we set off on our journey tomorrow."
At the same time, Song Tingwan pushed open the door and came out, her clothes and hair somewhat disheveled.
"Ayao is gone?!"
She rarely looked so disheveled; she was always so dignified and gentle. I'd never seen her like this before.
The three paused for a moment, and Qin Xi, seeing that her expression didn't seem angry, said, "Uh... perhaps my sister doesn't want to trouble us?"
Song Tingwan glanced at the telepathic message.
It was empty.
Wan Qiji spoke quietly: "Ayao left you a letter, saying it was under your pillow."
Song Tingwan glared at him, a rare occurrence for her, before hurrying back to her room.
Ah Yao, too, left without even saying goodbye.
Two idiots.
Back in his room, he found a letter under his pillow.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and then unfolded the letter.
—It wasn't that I wanted to leave without saying goodbye. I know my sister was worried, which is why she wanted to send me to Xingyuan.
—I didn't want to see my sister reluctantly seeing me off, and I couldn't bear to see her frown.
Fortunately, this trip won't last too long. Once I've dealt with Xingyuan, I'll go find my sister as soon as possible and apologize to her.
—Wishing you a successful trip, and may you be joyful and carefree every day.
It also lacked a signature.
However, a little wolf was drawn at the very bottom.
…Hmm, a slightly ugly little wolf.
The little wolf still had a sword in its mouth, and you could tell what she meant at a glance.
Song Tingwan, who was frowning as she read the letter, almost burst out laughing when she saw the pitiful sight of the little wolf.
She wasn't angry.
She was just worried because she felt Xingyuan was dangerous.
He was also angry that his sister had left without saying goodbye.
But just as her sister said, they won't be separated for too long.
She doesn't need to worry about it too much.
Song Tingwan sighed helplessly, folded the letter again, and carefully put it in a box.
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