Since all the elders were concerned about him, Canxing had no choice but to give up.
The youngest person, still worried, instructed, "You absolutely must not go out."
He couldn't say the rest.
If Sister Wan doesn't go out, it will be a lucky omen; if she does go out, it might be a doubly unlucky omen.
For Sister Wan herself, and for someone else.
"Alright, alright, I'll do as you say. If I want to go out, have Shen Zhuochuan and Wu Ling knock me out, okay?"
She was joking, but Canxing nodded seriously, her eyes full of trust as she looked at Shen Zhuochuan and Wu Ling.
Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded silently when he met the boy's gaze.
It seems this matter is quite dangerous; he will protect Song Tingwan.
Enjoying tea under the trees, one can chat idly for a whole day and night.
The two senior figures, Song Hexi and Wu Gan, could chat non-stop.
Speaking of those once-proud talents, some have fallen from grace while others have become powerful figures in their own right, their stories filled with poignant tales and countless gossip.
Song Tingwan listened with great interest, as if she were reading a thick novel.
Shen Zhuochuan knew far more people than she did, and occasionally, when they connected, he would quietly introduce the current identities of the people they were talking about to Song Tingwan.
On one side, people were chatting and drinking fine wine, while on the other side, they were whispering softly. Song Tingwan and Wu Ling, who was eavesdropping on the introduction, were both listening with great interest.
"Ugh, I'm exhausted! The pickled fish is here—"
The black dragon swooped down from the clouds, transforming back into human form as it approached.
He was holding a plate of fragrant fish.
Wu Gan immediately abandoned his newly made friend and stood up as soon as he smelled the aroma.
What followed was a lively discussion that turned into a banquet, and they sat under the magnolia tree for two or three days in a row.
After eating and chatting, they started playing cards.
Wu Gan, the old clan chief, and Shen Zhuochuan were pulled along by them, while the remaining people sat around and watched, pointing and commenting on their moves.
Song Tingwan naturally sat next to Shen Zhuochuan. The two were in perfect sync; when they won, they would smile at each other, and when they lost, they would hold hands under the table.
With only three days left, Baili Xijiang chuckled to himself, realizing his sister's worries were completely unnecessary.
With these two senior figures around, Master didn't have time to doubt anything.
He secretly sent a telepathic message to Wanqiji and Qin Xi, proudly showing off.
But he didn't know that Shen Zhuochuan would subtly glance at him every time he was distracted.
When he saw his nephew stealing glances at Wan'er again, Shen Zhuochuan calmly drew a card and then sent a telepathic message to Baili Xijiang.
—What have you been hiding from us?
Baili Xijiang almost jumped up.
Song Tingwan looked up at her apprentice with a puzzled expression and asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Shen Zhuochuan, holding his cards, looked up with a smile.
The two senior figures, along with Canxing and Wuling, all looked over. Baili Xijiang quickly waved his hand and shook his head, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
He lowered his head and sat down again, feeling guilty.
But I didn't dare look in my uncle's direction at all.
He anxiously sent a telepathic message to Qin Xi and Wan Qiji.
—What should I do? My uncle seems to have found out!
Perhaps those two were busy and hadn't had time to reply to him.
After a long while, Baili Xijiang secretly glanced at his uncle.
Shen Zhuochuan didn't even glance at him, but the silent transmission was truly frightening.
Based on Baili Xijiang's understanding of his uncle, he must have discovered it.
He was so anxious he was practically tearing his hair out, but he dared not ignore his uncle's telepathic message.
—Oh, you found out that I secretly told Aunt Zhuoyu about it!
Baili Xijiang…
Baili Xijiang had no choice but to pretend to be stupid.
Anyway, even if my uncle notices something is wrong, he won't be able to guess why.
He kept many things from them.
You could get beaten up for picking any one of these items.
Shen Zhuochuan calmly threw out a card and glanced at his nephew with amusement.
—Oh? What did you complain about me about?
Baili Xijiang suddenly moved to her master's side, hiding behind her while under her master's gaze.
—Just tell her you and Master teamed up to bully me, and ask her to discipline you…
Without hesitation, he said it as casually as he had just tossed the cards.
—Besides this, what other important matter are you hiding? Is it related to your master's six-month agreement?
Apart from this matter, Baili Xijiang would not care about anything else.
After all, everyone knows that the little black dragon has a big heart.
Song Tingwan watched the man play his cards, a slight smile playing on her lips, while glancing out of the corner of her eye at her little apprentice's head, which was bowing lower and lower.
She rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she looked at Shen Zhuochuan.
What are you doing, so mysteriously?
The man shook his head helplessly; he hadn't even asked the question yet.
This time, my nephew kept his mouth shut and I couldn't get the answer out of him no matter what I tried.
After the game ended, Shen Zhuochuan stood up and patted the woman next to him on the shoulder.
"Wan'er will play a few rounds for me. She has something to do at home and asked me to tell Xiao Hei."
"Good, good, good, Wan'er, you're here. Shen Zhuochuan is really good at remembering cards."
Song Hexi silently covered his face, "You don't know, Awan doesn't deliberately memorize cards, but she's just lucky."
He hadn't won many times before.
This time, I'm going to lose all the money I made from storybooks.
Canxing laughed from the side, which annoyed Song Hexi, so he stuffed the cards into his little priest's hand as well.
"Come on, it's no fun just watching, Xiao Canxing, come and fight."
Wu Gan hissed and glanced at his son beside him.
He's quite addicted to gambling and doesn't really want his son to play.
Wu Ling couldn't help but laugh when she saw this, "Go ahead and play around, I'm still tinkering with the two powers within my body."
Having been out of the body for so long, my father was able to start playing cards all at once, but he still couldn't control his strength when peeling an orange.
Is this the terrifying adaptability of the Ascension Stage?
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