Laughter and joking around.
With only two days left, the game ended.
The young apprentice smiled guiltily, while Shen Zhuochuan didn't react in any other way.
But she keenly sensed that something was amiss in the atmosphere.
Shen Zhuochuan lowered his eyes and moved with elegance. He used his spiritual energy to clean the table and chairs and then rearranged the food from his storage space.
The three sat down again.
Without their seniors present, the three of them were a bit more relaxed.
Baili Xijiang leaned lazily against the gold-threaded couch, one leg draped over it and the other dangling on the ground.
He had a leaf, which he'd gotten from who-knows-where, dangling from his mouth, and glancing at his master every now and then.
"You guys, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Song Tingwan brewed another pot of tea, poured it with her delicate hands, and lowered her head slightly while lifting her eyes.
Baili Xijiang tried to blow on the leaf, but couldn't make a sound. He looked up at the sky with his eyes wide open and said, "What are you talking about? After these three days, shouldn't we be going to the Sword Inquiry Sect to participate in the sect conference?"
The little apprentice went off to talk about other things, and Song Tingwan smiled and hummed softly, then looked at the man who handed her a teacup with a gentle smile.
She didn't say a word, she just tilted her head slightly.
Shen Zhuochuan put down his teacup, knowing that she also had some suspicions.
"You and Canxing have promised not to go out in just three days. If you find out and insist on leaving, will I really knock you out as Canxing said?"
The man smiled slightly, testing the waters as if in jest.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan stopped what she was doing and looked towards the forbidden area from afar.
After a long pause, as Baili Xijiang anxiously eavesdropped, the woman spoke calmly.
"Is it related to my father, or to Ayao?"
The only way to cause her pain is to harm her family.
Baili Xijiang anxiously lay on the couch, looking longingly at his uncle.
He frantically winked at her.
I can't say, I really can't say.
My sister Ayao told me this.
Shen Zhuochuan hesitated for a moment, then answered gently, "Ayao."
He believed that Wan'er would make her own decision.
The sisters always thought of each other.
They will also make concessions for each other.
Sure enough, Song Tingwan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows.
Baili Xijiang had already sat up, staring intently at his master, afraid that she would immediately go to find his sister Ayao.
But she didn't say anything.
Shen Zhuochuan took the teapot from her and silently brewed tea.
Today, Song Tingwan wore a plain white dress with intricate dark patterns and long sleeves that hung quietly down.
After a long while, she pursed her lips, picked up the spiritual tea poured by Chen Zhuochuan, and took a sip.
"The tea is good," the woman said softly.
Shen Zhuochuan paused in his hand as he was about to add tea to her cup, then suddenly looked up.
Baili Xijiang stood to the side, looking on the verge of tears, "But Master... isn't this the spiritual tea you made yourself?"
A sudden gust of wind made the magnolia flowers tremble, and more flowers fell from the branches, landing on her moon-white skirt.
Song Tingwan's eyes trembled, and then she suddenly laughed.
"Sorry, I was daydreaming."
Shen Zhuochuan silently poured her tea, saying, "Whether you stay or leave, I will accompany you."
"Me too, me too! Master, but I still have to say, my sister is very strong. She's been inside for so long, so three more days won't make a difference."
"Besides, who knows, my sister might come out with the Vitality Fruit in three days."
Baili Xijiang's mouth started chattering, and he blurted it all out in one go.
Song Tingwan guessed a bit from his words.
Ayao took the risk for the sake of the Vitality Fruit.
Given Ayao's personality, she would rather take a risk than miss that one in ten chance.
She was naturally very worried.
However, since A Yao has decided to keep it from her, if she goes out and breaks the six-month period, then A Yao's good intentions will have been wasted.
Most importantly, Song Tingwan was worried that if the other party was targeting her, and she actually went there, her sister would really lose her life.
Song Tingwan frowned, lost in thought.
But what she couldn't understand was...
Now all that remains is for A Yao to ascend to heaven and repair the Heavenly Ladder.
Why is she being dragged into this again?
Ayao is the key, isn't she?
She couldn't understand it.
Perhaps after Ayao obtains the Vitality Fruit and revives Senior Fengye, she will return the Heirloom Jade to the Cloud Palace Underground.
If one could truly communicate with the upper realms, one could gain some understanding.
Song Tingwan had a hint of anticipation.
If the heirloom jade was truly arranged for A Yao by her mother, then the god she met... would it be her mother?
But why would a mother be a goddess?
This question... if the father could also be resurrected, then it could also be answered.
There are three key points now.
Can the heirloom jade communicate with the upper realm?
Will their father wake up and answer their many questions?
Finally, there was A Yao's ascension.
If the first two key issues can be resolved, it will make them more aware of the obstacles on A Yao's path to ascension.
Once those obstacles are overcome, one can ascend to heaven and successfully save the world.
And then there's the Star Abyss... which still needs the Heirloom Jade to communicate with the upper realm and resolve our doubts.
Therefore, the Vitality Fruit is extremely important.
"I won't go out."
Song Tingwan calmed down and made a decision.
"But once the three-day period is over, I will go to find Ayao."
She trusts her younger sister.
"We'll stay with you," Shen Zhuochuan said gently and earnestly.
Baili Xijiang nodded frantically, "Master, don't worry. Qin Xi, Aji, and I are worried, so we asked Venerable Dongming to keep an eye on Ayao and Sect Master Yan's life tablets."
Song Tingwan nodded, which put her at ease.
The three of them remained seated on the viewing platform, watching the flowers fall and the little spirits chattering and gathering around them.
Shen Zhuochuan occasionally spoke up, and Song Tingwan remained gentle, but a hint of worry could be seen beneath her faint smile.
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