Is that all you amount to?

The horizon gradually began to lighten, casting a pale glow that chased away the darkness. The street lamps, sensing the dawn, quietly extinguished themselves. Not far away, several birds chattered noisily in the trees.

Qu Yuan lowered her head, dabbing at her eyes and nose with a tissue. She had meant to comfort Jiang Zeyu, yet here she was, crying like a fool herself. Pressing the tissue to her nose, she managed a teasing remark, “You look terrible when you cry.”

“Then don’t look,” Jiang Zeyu replied with a gentle smile. “You go ahead upstairs. I’ll get some breakfast and bring it up.”

“Alright.”

Watching Jiang Zeyu’s retreating figure, Qu Yuan let out a heavy sigh before stepping inside. The girl in the ward was roused by the sound of the door. For a moment, the Sage of the Divine Sect was stunned, and then pain flickered in her heart—had she truly been forgotten? Yet, upon reflection, perhaps it was better to be forgotten than to be met with despair at the mere sight of her.

Much like the birds, villagers raised poultry to sell in town; rather than make another trip to Weixin Town, it was better to buy directly in the village and benefit one’s own kin. This storeroom was an abandoned chamber; for reasons unknown, when the Lu family first entered, they felt an unsettling chill and decided not to store anything there, locking it up. The house was large enough that they never needed so many rooms.

“If you can recall the Baijia incident, you must also be aware of the current state of the court. If I mobilize too many men, word will reach here before they do—what’s the point in investigating then? Fortunately, you’re here, and so is your brother,” Jin Zhuoyan said, fixing his gaze on Guo Sheng.

Some in the audience, after a brief gasp at the performers taking the stage, were swiftly swept away by the enchanting music. With her mastery of three forms of martial arts and her destructive physique, one punch would reduce it to a heap of scrap metal.

At the very moment she feigned drunkenness, collapsing softly into Zhao Sheng’s arms, Nan Si outside the box shook her hair and kicked open the door with refreshed vigor.

The old gentleman grew excited; he had been friends with his companion for decades and knew his skills well. Soul transference was child’s play for his disciple. Though he didn’t know why Ruoshui had done this, he understood it was a blessing for his grandson and the entire Lu family.

“It interfered with my formation of the Nascent Soul—it must pay the price,” Jun Zi Xiu’s voice was icy, sending a chill through those listening.

It was not out of stinginess for Zhao Erxi, but rather that Guan Xi’s image suited Xiaoling’s role better. Guan Xi’s age was obvious, and she was clearly meant for the mature, sophisticated path.

He was as free as the wind, as dazzling as the sun overhead, always radiating warmth and kindness to those around him.

As the poetic mood shifted, Lin Xiao’s voice grew deeper, as though bidding farewell to his most intimate beloved.

The Butterfly Nebula lies over six thousand light-years from Earth; the data before Shen Qi described the nebula as it was more than six thousand years ago.

I was somewhat astonished—legend has it that those granted imperial titles in ancient times bore a trace of dragon aura to protect them, but I’d never heard of military merit being discernible through one’s aura. At least, I couldn’t see it.

“To be honest, Lord Nangong, this sort of thing has happened more than once or twice,” she murmured, gently wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

In the end, Wang Gantang had somehow become like a companion in his heart; to abandon such a friend and escape alone was something he simply could not do.

He did not know how long it had been; Bai Yu, lost in his embrace and kisses, could barely tell night from day, her limbs weak and her body completely dependent on him. If not for his strong arm around her waist, she surely would have collapsed. This sense of losing control was unfamiliar and terrifying.

But when she saw Zhou Ya’s stunned, wide-eyed expression, she realized she’d been tricked.

This time, the beastmen did not choose to enter again; Min Nuan provided them with a teleportation talisman that could be crushed to send them away, prepared to leave, for the days until they neared the Beastman continent were now few.