"Long time no see, you've finally decided to go out and study?"
A lazy voice rang out, and Song Tingwan, caught off guard, turned around warily.
The newcomer was dressed in a moon-white robe, with countless intricate French characters etched on it. He wore a moon crown to bind his hair, had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a flute hung from his waist. He truly had the bearing of a gentleman under the bright moon.
He was exceptionally handsome and otherworldly.
Song Tingwan's eyes widened in surprise; she hadn't expected to see this person at the Sword Inquiry Sect.
"...Shen Zuichuan?"
The man opened his folding fan, a smile playing on his lips as he held it up to her. "Hmm, Shen Zhuochuan, you tricked me."
Song Tingwan laughed, tilting her head slightly and curving her eyes, "What? You want me to give back that half piece of stalactite jade?"
Shen Zhuochuan shook his fan, pretending to think, "Hmm... how about giving me something more valuable in return?"
She glanced at him with disdain, then suddenly remembered what Yun Qian had said: someone had intervened first to protect the disciples.
"Were you on the dueling platform just now?"
Shen Zhuochuan nodded, raising an eyebrow as if in a dilemma: "The rebellious little dragon at home was making a ruckus. I could hear it from far away, and when I came over, I found that the female cultivator on the stage looked somewhat familiar."
"I didn't expect it to be your sister."
"The little dragon at home...? Could it be your little dragon cub?" Song Tingwan looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "So this is the kind of person you are," her gaze seemingly condemning him for having such an unreliable father.
The man clicked his tongue, closed his fan, and tapped her arm. "What are you thinking about? He's my little nephew."
Song Tingwan covered her mouth and chuckled, "I still have to thank you a lot, but why did you come to ask about the Sword Sect?"
Shen Zuochuan.
It is a dragon.
A very handsome white dragon.
The dragon clan had been isolated from the world for too long. When he came out to travel, he also met Song Tingwan, who was traveling.
They met in a cave filled with stalactites and stalagmites, where opportunities and dangers arose at the same time, and it was Shen Zhuochuan who saved her life.
Long, who had just embarked on his travels, was full of righteousness and was very naive. After the two of them took out the stalactite together, Song Tingwan looked at his handsome face and suddenly had a wicked idea. She tricked him out of his half of the stalactite.
Song Tingwan smiled all the way, and before they parted, she still took out his portion and returned it to him.
—Don't be so naive. You don't care what people say, and you're all smiles when you get what you deserve.
She just wanted him to be more careful in the future and not to trust others so easily, but to her surprise, Shen Zhuochuan smiled demurely and pushed the stalactite back into her hand.
—I know you're kidding me, but who can resist being fooled by someone as handsome as you?
At that moment, Song Tingwan found it both funny and speechless. Before he left, he patted the top of her head, like a senior monk earnestly advising her to cultivate diligently.
.
"I should have been enjoying fine wine atop the Cloud Palace, but it was all because of my rebellious and unlucky nephew."
This was the second time Song Tingwan had heard him mention the little dragon today, and she curiously raised her eyes.
Suddenly… an absurd thought popped into my head.
Xiao Long? Was he shouting around the arena just now?
It can't be...
"Your nephew isn't named Baili Xijiang, is he?"
The hand with its distinct knuckles paused, and Shen Zhuochuan, who was fanning himself, frowned. "How did you know?"
Song Tingwan's mind was filled with the word "absurd".
It's easy to guess from his name, not to mention he's covered in jewels.
"Uncle—"
The familiar, shouting sound grew louder as it approached, and the two of them looked over at the same time.
As expected, the person who arrived was indeed Baili Xijiang.
"Oh dear! Wan'er, what are you doing here?"
Baili Xijiang looked at the two standing side by side with a strange expression, while Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow.
Wan'er?
Looking at the two uncles and nephews, Song Tingwan smiled. It would have been better if she hadn't known; the dragon characteristics of these two standing together were indeed quite obvious.
It's expensive.
"What are you laughing at now?"
With a flick of his fingertips, Shen Zhuochuan tapped the back of her hand with the end of the fan, wondering what she was secretly laughing about.
Upon seeing this, Baili Xijiang cried out, "Uncle, please don't tease Wan'er. She's not feeling well."
Shen Zhuochuan was pushed aside by him, and he laughed in frustration, but it was directed at Song Tingwan.
"What kind of drug did you give this kid? He's so protective of you."
Upon hearing the news, he rushed back and retrieved the dragon from the clan; otherwise, the brat would have been beaten half to death by his parents.
But instead, he helped Song Tingwan slap his hand away?
"Good lad, you've made something of yourself. I think you should be sent back to be dealt with by your elder brother and the others."
"Hey! No, Uncle! I was wrong! But Wan'er is really weak, please don't keep patting her."
Baili Xijiang's attitude towards her was partly inspired by Qin Xi. Qin Xi had seen her weak appearance on the day she climbed the Heavenly Ladder, and treated her like a porcelain doll in their daily interactions, afraid that she would run out of energy after taking a few steps.
Song Tingwan covered her mouth and laughed, "Didn't you say that? I'm so good-looking, no dragon can resist being fooled by me."
The boomerang pierced Shen Zhuochuan's heart with a snap. He shook his head in frustration, about to say something more, when he saw his nephew staring wide-eyed.
"You two know each other?"
You just realized that?
Song Tingwan and Shen Zhuochuan looked at each other and laughed at his silliness.
"She is my friend."
"You will learn alchemy from her from now on."
"Did you hear me, Little Black?"
Shen Zhuochuan pointed to Baili Xijiang, then to Song Tingwan, and gave an order with a cold expression.
He was naturally handsome, and like her, he always had a smile on his lips; it was as if she had never seen him with a cold face before.
But... it's still very beautiful.
Song Tingwan stared at it for a moment, then something suddenly flashed through her mind…
"...Little Black?"
She glanced at Baili Xijiang, whose face was flushed with embarrassment, and couldn't help but chuckle.
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