Late at night, it was unclear whether Lou Guan Xue had fallen asleep, but Xia Qing had already exhausted himself. The emotional turmoil had left him feeling drained, his eyelids heavy and his eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably.
Lou Guan Xue asked him softly with a smile if he wanted to sleep on the bed.
Xia Qing shot him a startled look and scampered away.
No way. That is too much.
Xia Qing returned to his most familiar place, blew out the candle, rested his head on his arm, and fell asleep on the desk.
The moonlight shone coldly on the weary brows of the young man.
This time, Xia Qing dreamed again.
It was quite rare. He had rarely dreamed in his lifetime, but tonight, because of the allure of the Lingwei flower, he had dreamt for the second time in one night.
He dreamed of the wall of the orphanage.
Childhood memories were always intertwined with the blood-red sunsets that painted the city sky.
Before the wall was renovated, it was very dilapidated, covered in dense ivy, which looked like a layer of green waves when the wind blew. He would sit on the wall, swinging his legs over the sea of green.
Across from the orphanage was a construction site.
Reinforced concrete formed the skeleton of a massive structure, excavators and concrete mixers always started their noisy ruckus at the crack of dawn. The director and nearby residents had argued countless times with the developers over the construction noise. The heated exchanges in a mix of local dialects drew a crowd of onlookers each time, who would gather around to watch the drama unfold and try to mediate.
Then one day, there was no more noise from the construction site.
Because the developers ran away, leaving behind a half-finished building.
So the people arguing changed to a new group, becoming even more intense and chaotic. Men and women, old and young, screamed, knelt, fought, and cried loudly.
One day, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties climbing to the top of the unfinished building.
Xia Qing’s gaze was a mix of confusion and clarity.
An expression of numbness covered the man’s waxen face. He seemed to see Xia Qing, but didn’t say anything.
Then he jumped from the top floor.
When the man jumped, Xia Qing should have heard a sound, but he couldn’t recall what kind of sound it was.
It should have been the sound of bones breaking and blood splattering.
The setting sun cast a bloody glow, and Xia Qing’s face turned pale as the he jumped down from the wall. By the time he arrived, the body was already covered with a white sheet.
The police set up a cordon and evacuated the crowd.
Xia Qing stood there, listening to the discussions of the onlookers.
They cursed the developer as a heartless beast who ran away with the money. They lamented their misfortune upon encountering the unfinished building. They also expressed sympathy for the man.
Parents had passed away just a few years ago, and then his wife had died of breast cancer. He had spent half his life savings on a down payment, hoping to use it for his child’s wedding. But last month, his child had a car accident while attending university in another city, and the house had also flooded.
A lifetime of worldly entanglements, hard work, all had turned into nothingness in an instant. This man, who had lacked education and had been honest but taciturn, had had no way out and had only been able to choose to end his life in this way.
During lunchtime at the orphanage, the nurse mentioned the incident.
Two little brats sitting next to him had just fought over the swings in the morning and were now quarreling over a piece of pork rib, ending up in tears.
The nurse had just said, “If I were him, I wouldn’t want to live anymore,” before rushing over, asking, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
The other nurse shook her head, met Xia Qing’s gaze, and suddenly paused, bending down to ask quietly, “Qingqing, did you see it?”
Xia Qing swallowed a mouthful of rice and nodded. The nurse became anxious, fearing that it might leave a traumatic impact on him, so she hurriedly found a psychologist to talk to him.
In the end, Xia Qing’s examination turned out to be normal, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he either didn’t see clearly or was too young to grasp the concept of death.
But in reality, it was neither.
Xia Qing couldn’t recall his feelings from childhood, but he remembered being sorrowful. He sat on that wall for a long time, looking at the tall unfinished building across the street, always wondering what the man on the other side was thinking at that moment.
Was it about his deceased parents? His departed wife and child? Or was it about this unfinished building that became the last straw?
The iron rings on the railing of the orphanage dormitory had rusted, the walls were mottled and peeling, and the stairs led to the lively dormitories.
Xia Qing was a bit eccentric when he was young, but he wasn’t antisocial. He even got along well with everyone.
Once, while biting on a popsicle that his little friend had given him a dollar for, he heard a newly graduated nurse crying while making a phone call at the top of the stairs.
She was crouched in the corner, her eyes as red as the setting sun outside, her voice trembling as she shouted, “What do you want me to do? Tell me! What do you want me to do!”
On the other end of the phone was her long-distance boyfriend. The endless quarrels day after day had put this young relationship in jeopardy. After a long silence, the voice on the other end of the phone said wearily, “I really don’t want to come home exhausted every day and still have to argue with you. I’m a bit tired. Aren’t you tired?”
Through gritted teeth, the nurse said, “Tired? I’ve been damn tired for a long time. Let’s break up.”
She cried for a while with her head buried, then received a call from her mother. Before she could say anything, her mother asked for money, saying her brother was going to college and needed a new computer, and this month’s mortgage payment was still pending. She exploded in anger and cursed back. After a pause, her mother began to lecture her, saying that going to college was useless, and now working as a social worker didn’t pay much, all because she had been willful and hadn’t listened to the adults when choosing her major and job. The nurse hung up without hesitation, her teeth chattering, her eyes red, but a look of confusion on her face.
A kind of confusion that Xia Qing had seen on many people’s faces.
“Want a popsicle?” Xia Qing thought for a moment and handed her the other popsicle that he hadn’t opened, worth fifty cents.
The nurse obviously didn’t notice he was there and was stunned. She took it, took a bite, the ice shattered in her mouth, freezing her tears and breath, but she forced a smile.
Various charitable organizations would donate books to the orphanage.
One book left a deep impression on Xia Qing, called “To Live“.
There was a sentence in it.
“At first, we came to this world because we had to come; in the end, we left this world because we had to go.”
Perhaps his concept of life and death originated from this sentence.
However, the nurses at the orphanage always lied to them, saying, “Dying means going to a place where you can never return and continuing to live there.”
Of course, she fooled all the little brats, but not Xia Qing.
But Xia Qing’s reaction was no different from the “fooled” little brats.
Because he never resisted life and death, nor did he fear separation and reunion, as if he didn’t understand anything.
Later, the welfare institution was renovated, the wall was rebuilt, the two little brats who always fought were adopted, the nurse resigned and left, and the unfinished building across the street was picked up by new investors.
Many people said the new investor was a good person, continuing to build on a site where someone had died.
On September 1st of a certain year.
He started school, and the houses were put up for sale.
On the day of the sale, the development across the street was covered with extravagant banners.
Xia Qing, with his backpack on his back and biting on a green bean popsicle, looked across the street at the words on the big red banner.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
【Warm congratulations on the grand opening of Chunjiang Garden】
【Cybnf atf yerailcu, bnfgibbxlcu atf qgbrqfgber rmfcf】
【C qegf fmbibulmji kjafgogbca mbwweclas】
【C cfk yfcmtwjgx obg cjaegji ilnlcu】
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Xiao Pang urged him from the side, “Let’s go, Xia Qing, what are you dawdling for? Have you finished your homework for the summer vacation? Hurry up and go to the classroom to make up for it!”
Xia Qing threw the popsicle stick into the trash can and said to him, “I finished it a long time ago. Are you questioning who’s the top student in the class?”
Xiao Pang was ecstatic. “Damn, I almost forgot you’re a straight-A student! Let me copy your homework sometime. But Xia Qing, what were you looking at just now?”
The wind blew Xia Qing’s hair on top of his head, and he hesitated for a moment before saying very softly, “Watching the opening.”
His voice dissipated in the wind.
Xiao Pang: “Huh?”
Xia Qing ignored him, got on his bike, and rode to school.
Across the street, the new development was rising up amidst a profusion of flowers, like a wild beast breaking through the earth, burying all past tears, blood, disputes, and arguments, and endless grievances under its valuable land.
The memories of the orphanage ended on the day of the opening.
The fragrance of Lingwei flowers wafted through the air again.
This time, the damp sea breeze carried with it a misty haze.
In the hazy white light, Xia Qing faintly heard the old man’s voice again.
Deep and vicissitudes, like the beating of drums at dawn and dusk.
The old man said, “In the sea of suffering, karma is self-inflicted.”
A young boy’s innocent voice sounded, tearing apart the curtain of memories.
“Master, what does ‘Nie Nie’ mean?”
The old man bristled his beard and glared, “Speak clearly before you ask questions!”
A gentle young man beside him chuckled and said, “It’s ‘karma‘, not ‘Nie Nie‘”
“Oh. Then what does ‘Nie Nie’ mean?” The boy thought he had pronounced it correctly this time, his tone more serious.
The old man had lost his temper.
The people around laughed uncontrollably.
“I say, Master, don’t embarrass the little junior brother. It’s already good that he has some curiosity.”
So, what exactly does karma mean…
—All actions, words, and thoughts are karma.
—All evil deeds, causes, and consequences are karma.
Amidst the uproar of the mountains and seas, the old man handed him the sword.
The Ananda Sword that symbolized “joy.”
The old man said, “You are the most suitable person for it.”
“But before I give you the sword, you must promise me one thing.”
This should be a very important, very important matter, important enough for him to feel his heart racing even in his dreams.
But Xia Qing couldn’t remember what it was.
When Xia Qing woke up, it was already noon.
Lou Guan Xue was reading beside him.
Xia Qing stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly leaned over like a little puppy, rubbing his nose directly against Lou Guan Xue’s clothes.
Lou Guan Xue put down his book, reached out and pressed his shoulder, stopping his movement, and frowned slightly, “Are you still half asleep?”
Xia Qing mumbled, “You have a smell on you.”
Lou Guan Xue chuckled lightly, “Oh, is it a good smell?”
Xia Qing paused for a moment. “Good smell my foot.”
Lou Guan Xue was wearing a black dragon robe with a dark red collar, and Xia Qing could see his collarbone from his current angle. He wasn’t angry at Xia Qing’s words and spoke lightly, “If it doesn’t smell good, why did you come over?”
Xia Qing said, “I just wanted to see if this is the fragrance of the Lingwei flowers.”
Lou Guan Xue’s lips curled up. “Have you seen the Lingwei flower? Do you know what scent it has?”
Xia Qing didn’t answer.
Lou Guan Xue lowered his gaze. “Oh, you’ve seen it, in my barrier.”
“…,”
Xia Qing felt that he was really confused. He scratched his hair in frustration and sat back upright. But he still couldn’t help but ask, “Can the fragrance of Lingwei flowers cause hallucinations?”
Lou Guan Xue gave an ambiguous answer, “Maybe.”
Xia Qing let out a long sigh of relief.
If it’s hallucinations, then it’s okay.
Lou Guan Xue put down his book and looked over. “Did you have a nightmare?”
Xia Qing didn’t intend to lie to him either. “Yeah.”
Lou Guan Xue asked casually, “What did you dream about?”
“Some things from my childhood.” Xia Qing was very distressed. “But some memories I don’t think are my own.”
Lou Guan Xue smiled and said leisurely, “Oh, I thought you were having a nightmare about me.”
Xia Qing choked, “You’re quite self-aware.” But then he shook his head, “But forget it, if I dreamt about you, I would’ve woken up immediately, so I wouldn’t continue the dream.” Suddenly, his hazy mind cleared a bit, and he looked at Lou Guan Xue, who was meticulously dressed, in surprise. “Did you come back from morning court?”
Lou Guan Xue said, “I didn’t go to morning court.”
Xia Qing was puzzled. “Huh, why not?”
Lou Guan Xue glanced at him and said indifferently, “Aren’t you unable to leave me?”
Xia Qing was stunned, and after understanding, his mood became complicated. Uncomfortably, he murmured, “Oh.” After hesitating for a while, he continued in a dry tone, “Thank you.”
Lou Guan Xue tapped his finger on the table, raised his eyes, and suddenly said, “Do you want to go see Ling Guang? I’ll take you out today.”
“!”
Xia Qing suddenly became spirited, his eyes lit up, and the depression he had just woken up with disappeared. Excitedly, he said, “Okay! Really?” So breaking through the obstacle can turn Lou Guan Xue back into a normal person?!
He has long wanted to see what Ling Guang City looks like!
Lou Guan Xue changed into casual clothes before going out. He didn’t have many people who had seen him in person, so he didn’t need to be too restrained.
When they passed by the Imperial Garden, and Xia Qing saw candied haws and the sky full of blue kites, he felt his scalp tingle.
He couldn’t even imagine how Lou Guan Xue would feel when he saw these people using these two things that were almost the most detestable things from his childhood to entice him.
“If you have any questions, just ask.” Lou Guan Xue looked at Xia Qing’s strange and puzzled gaze and smiled gently like a beautiful jade tree.
So Xia Qing asked, “Why did you say you like candied haws and kites?”
Isn’t this spreading false information and letting a group of people go crazy in his minefield?
Lou Guan Xue thought for a moment and said, “Since they like to guess my thoughts so much, I just give them a random answer.”
Xia Qing: “… Are you tormenting them or yourself?”
Lou Guan Xue smiled, “How do you define torment?”
Xia Qing choked, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
Even though he had seen Lou Guan Xue at the age of five and knew his deepest memory of obsession, Xia Qing didn’t dare to say he understood him. After all, from the age of five to fifteen, what happened in those ten years was completely unknown, and everything about Lou Guan Xue was still a mystery.
Ling Guang City did not disappoint Xia Qing’s expectations.
The capital of the Chu Kingdom, a bustling metropolis, was the epitome of prosperity and excitement. Towering buildings rose as high as a hundred feet, and the streets crisscrossed in all directions. Within the ten-foot-wide crimson silk curtain, the crowds were bustling, with merchants and travelers coming and going in an endless stream.
Recently, a new group of people had come to Ling Guang.
They were dressed in loose blue Taoist robes, holding compasses or swords in their hands, with an air of immortality, and each looked down upon the world.
Xia Qing still maintained his quirks and looked left and right on the main street, busy with his sightseeing. When his gaze fell on a group of Taoists, he was stunned.
“There are still Taoists in this world.”
Lou Guan Xue wore a mask and responded coldly, “Hmm.”
Xia Qing looked across the street again.
A peddler accidentally brushed against the robe of a Taoist and was immediately stopped by the Taoist’s cold voice. The peddler was shocked and knelt down, crawling to wipe the robe for him, but was kicked away with disgust by the Taoist. At the same time, he cursed, “Don’t touch me.”
“…”
Xia Qing watched dumbfoundedly. Unable to contain his anger, he casually picked up a fruit, took advantage of the crowd’s distraction, and accurately hit the head of the cultivator.
The cultivator was still trying to show off his authority when suddenly disaster struck from the sky, causing him to swell up with redness on his skin. “Ah!” he exclaimed, clutching his forehead and looking around, unable to see who had struck him. He thought there was a master spying on him in secret, his face slightly panicked, he shook his sleeves and cursed before leaving.
Xia Qing complained, “Is that it? Is that a Taoist? He hasn’t cultivated anything yet, but he looks down on people like that.”
Lou Guan Xue smiled and said, “They’re not like this in front of the powerful.”
Xia Qing was even more shocked.
Lou Guan Xue looked thoughtful and said meaningfully, “The slightly powerful Taoist sects nowadays are probably all under the control of the three families of Wei, Yan, and Wu.”
“…”
Xia Qing understood. These Taoists were like some modern-day charlatans!
Lou Guan Xue had no interest in Ling Guang City and asked him, “Where do you want to go?”
Xia Qing’s gaze returned from the Taoist priests, and just as they arrived near a teahouse, he hesitated for a moment, then enthusiastically said, “Lou Guan Xue, I want to listen to a storyteller.”
After all, he was curious about everything ancient.
Lou Guan Xue’s expression was strange. “Listen to a storyteller?” His eyebrows were cold, neither approving nor disapproving, but he still accompanied Xia Qing upstairs.
Although he wore a mask, Lou Guan Xue’s noble demeanor was unmistakable, and the servants did not dare to neglect him. They led him to a private room on the top floor. The fairy of the Jinzhi Yuyue Tower naturally would not eat anything from outside, so Xia Qing took charge of all the fruits and pastries.
Lou Guan Xue leaned his chin on his hand and looked down at the storyteller in the center of the first floor.
The storyteller told stories that were up to date.
With all the cultivators gathering in Ling Guang, he recounted the story of the Chu ancestors leading a group of cultivators on an expedition to the Sea of Heaven. What was briefly mentioned in the “Dongzhou Miscellany” was vividly portrayed as thrilling and full of twists and turns in the teahouses.
The cultivators displayed their extraordinary abilities, faced numerous dangers, and after many hardships, finally forced the sea clan, who caused storms at sea, to retreat step by step.
The ancestors overcame countless obstacles and finally entered the divine palace, receiving the grace of the “God,” thus ensuring a prosperous era for the Chu Kingdom for a hundred years.
Xia Qing was almost falling asleep. In his heart, he muttered, those cultivators he saw today were going to deal with the sea clan?
But why did the sea clan end up like this?
Weren’t they supposed to be the overlords of the sea according to legend? He recalled the absolute aura that Yao Ke could display even before she died, and was very puzzled.
Bang. At this moment, the storyteller suddenly slapped the wooden table, bringing Xia Qing’s thoughts back.
The storyteller said, “Speaking of cultivators, we must mention the High Priest of our Jingshi Hall. The High Priest was once the leader of all cultivators, with a thought-provoking sword, a fleeting shadow, and the ability to astonish the sea and shake the mountains. It is said that the High Priest comes from Peng Lai, do you all know Peng Lai?”
The crowd laughed and said, “The overseas immortal mountain, who doesn’t know about it?”
A listener in the audience below asked in confusion, “But isn’t Peng Lai fake? So many years have passed, so many people have set off from Dongzhou to explore the Sea of Heaven, but we haven’t heard any news.”
Someone chimed in, “Yes, our ancestors reached the end of the Sea of Heaven, and history never mentioned a word about this place.”
The storyteller stroked his beard and shook his head, “No, no. Peng Lai is a place of extreme spirituality, a sacred place for Taoists. Naturally, it is a ethereal existence that ordinary people cannot find—only Peng Lai Immortal Island can cultivate sword cultivators like the High Priest, who has transcended the mortal coil and become an immortal swordsman. Although the sword is named ‘Sifan’, the High Priest cultivates the Path of Compassion for the common people, aiming to pity them and protect the peace of the world. It is probably the closest path to ‘mortals’ among the three thousand Taoist methods. It is said that the High Priest once had a wife whom he had grown up with since childhood, deeply in love with each other, and pledged to live and die together. But because he chose the Path of Compassion, they parted ways and never saw each other again.”
The audience sighed in admiration.
Another person asked in confusion, “But I’ve never seen the High Priest use a sword.”
Someone immediately retorted, “Why would we need swords in times of peace and prosperity?”
“Indeed, there’s no need for swords in times of prosperity.”
Then someone else asked, “So, is this Sifan the most powerful sword in the world?”
The storyteller was stunned for a moment. As a storyteller who could become a distinguished figure in the prosperous city of Ling Guang, he naturally had some knowledge.
He had traveled far and wide in previous years and had heard all sorts of miscellaneous things. After a moment of thought, he shook his head, took a sip of tea hesitantly, and then said, “The most powerful sword in the world may not necessarily be Sifan.”
The audience became interested.
“Oh? Then tell us.”
The storyteller looked uncertain and said, “I can’t remember where I heard it, maybe it was from a beggar’s mouth, or maybe it was from some old and tattered ancient book.”
He said solemnly, “The number one sword in the world is called Ananda.”
Xia Qing was eating a peach, and when he heard this, he almost choked on the entire pit.
Choking and coughing, tears streamed down his face.
Lou Guan Xue glanced at him from across the table.
Xia Qing clutched his throat, almost dying.
He was about to die, he was about to be choked to death.
A sigh of murmur came from the restaurant.
“Ananda? Is that the name of a sword? It sounds more like a Buddhist term.”
“Ananda Sword, why have I never heard of this before? If it’s the number one sword in the world, the owner of the sword should be very famous, shouldn’t they?”
The storyteller laughed and brushed it off, “But some obscure legends are not reliable. I’m just talking nonsense, and everyone just listen to it as such.”
Xia Qing finally snapped out of the feeling of being choked by the peach pit, his eyes reddened, and a little bit of physiological tears overflowed. He looked at Lou Guan Xue, “What did he just say about the sword, Ananda Sword?”
Lou Guan Xue’s gaze fell on his slightly reddened eyes, lingering with interest for a few seconds, then nodded.
Xia Qing was at a loss for words, hardly able to believe it. “Didn’t I tell you this morning that I had dreams that didn’t belong to me?”
Lou Guan Xue smiled, “Yes, you did.”
Xia Qing, who never kept anything in his heart from childhood to adulthood, panicked and said, “In my dream, I dreamed of the Ananda Sword! Someone said they wanted to give it to me and asked me to promise something first.”
Lou Guan Xue lightly laughed and commented, “Hmm, you really dare to dream about anything.”
Xia Qing: “…” Believe it or not!
Right now, Xia Qing just needed someone to listen to his anxieties. He was shocked and said, “But I’m sure I’m not the owner of the Ananda Sword.”
Lou Guan Xue’s voice was filled with doubt as he asked indifferently, “Why not?”
Xia Qing: “I don’t know, but I’m very certain.”
A faint smile spread across Lou Guan Xue’s lips. “Don’t worry, there will always be a reason. Take your time to think.”
Whenever Xia Qing felt annoyed, he liked to grab his hair. He suspected that if he didn’t actually have those silly stray hairs, he would have pulled them out himself.
He was really annoyed, very annoyed indeed.
He resisted this matter very much.
So, when he heard Lou Guan Xue say that the fragrance of the Lingwei flowers could induce hallucinations, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He couldn’t think of a reason.
Xia Qing pursed his lips tightly, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke with a hoarse voice, lowering it, “I just feel that if I were the owner of the Ananda Sword, it should be in my hands now…”
Lou Guan Xue observed his expression, tapped the table with his finger, and smiled, “Forget it, stop thinking about it. If it isn’t, then it isn’t.”
Xia Qing still bowed his head and remained silent, his brows furrowed in frustration.
Whether it was Peng Lai or the Sifan Sword, they were both far from normal life. The storyteller turned to talk about the recent bustling events in Ling Guang City. The tyrant of the Yan family clashed with the dandy of the Wei family over an exquisite mermaid courtesan, leading to a violent altercation, even causing a commotion in the court, arousing the curiosity of the young emperor.
Three men vying for one mermaid.
The audience exclaimed in excitement.
Xia Qing was also startled by this talk of romance and glanced instinctively at the young emperor across from him.
Lou Guan Xue raised his eyes and chuckled, “Didn’t you see it clearly that day?”
Xia Qing couldn’t help but ask, “Are you curious?”
Lou Guan Xue stared at him and smiled, “What do you think?”
Xia Qing: “…” He doesn’t think so…
The storyteller continued with various digressions.
“The Majesty, as the Emperor of Chu Kingdom, has seen all kinds of beauties in the world, and the woman who can arouse his interest must be extraordinary. It is said that Miss Xuanjia is already a shining star in the Feng Yue Tower!”
Xuanjia. Xia Qing repeated the name in his mouth.
The spectators always enjoyed talking about others’ romantic affairs.
“The Majesty is hailed as the Ling Guang Pearl and Jade, naturally extraordinary in appearance, and young and powerful. Such a person would surely be interested in a woman different from others.”
“It’s probably a noble young lady. Having seen many noble ladies in the capital, they now want to taste the wild flowers.”
“I heard that wealthy disciples are tired of tender affection and prefer someone bold and interesting.”
“In short, something that can arouse interest.”
The topic became broader and broader.
Having heard enough, Xia Qing casually asked, “What kind of woman do you actually like?”
It was the first time in his life that Lou Guan Xue had been asked this question so openly, but he smiled and resumed to his deceptive persona, casually saying, “I don’t have preferences.”
Xia Qing: “…Okay.”
Sorry for forgetting that you’re a fairy.
Fairy doesn’t have love.
Lou Guan Xue stood up. “Let’s go back to the palace.”
Xia Qing was already satisfied. “Okay.”
As they left, the group of people continued to speculate, unanimously concluding that those arrogant sons of heaven would only be interested in women who caught their attention.
Xia Qing felt powerless to comment. It seemed that all straight male compatriots, past and present, had the same nature: even though they didn’t have wives, it didn’t stop them from picking women for the rich second generation.
As they walked out of the teahouse, the smirk on Lou Guan Xue’s lips beneath the silver mask was somewhat sarcastic. He said softly to Xia Qing, “Many people in the palace also think the same way. Why do so many people think I’m so curious?”
Xia Qing: “…You really aren’t curious.”
Having seen Lou Guan Xue in his childhood, Xia Qing was not surprised by this at all.
Lou Guan Xue had been rebellious since childhood.
At the age of five, he could disdainfully say, “I’ve lived a miserable enough life, and now I’m torturing myself with a heart demon. Have I gone crazy?” Such words. It could be seen how clear-headed and rational this person was.
Now, in another sentence, it was, “Just because of a slight difference in a woman, I’m suddenly curious. Am I so eager for knowledge?”
Thinking about it, Xia Qing amused himself.
He had to admit that he had been shaken by Lou Guan Xue’s desire for life and the wildness in his eyes when he was in the barrier.
Amanada….amada… amanda!
It’s obviously a man duh!
I can’t with the name! Amanda a man duh 🤣
He understand the fairy he just doesn’t dare to say it. Love how the people aren talking bad about him like other novels do. Very refreshing.
Thank you for the chapter!
Conjecture: Could our Xia Qing BE the sword??
Thanks for the chapter.
True!!!
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