Starry sky, I can hear their secrets.

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“I warned you long ago, but you didn’t listen.”

"You rebellious disciple, do you know you're wrong?"

Su Jinyan remained silent, gently pressing her cheek against Fu Xuan's chest, feeling her heartbeat.

"Master... let's go home."

Fu Xuan leaned down and gently kissed his lips.

"Okay, let's go home."

Su Jinyan lay in Fu Xuan's arms, unfolded a Wisdom Berry clutched in her palm, and quietly closed her eyes.

Fu Xuan pursed his lips and sniffed: "Go home."

Sangbo watched with utter admiration.

Jingliu suddenly felt a little dizzy.

She hurried forward, trying to grasp Su Jinyan's already cold hand.

Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes revealed an icy chill, and her lips parted slightly: "Step back."

Jingliu's steps involuntarily froze in place.

In her eyes, Fu Xuan was radiating an icy aura that kept strangers at bay.

The master swordsman of the Mirror Style, known as the "Flawless Flying Light," stopped in his tracks after being reprimanded by a junior.

It would be unbelievable if people knew it.

But it is what it is.

Jing Liu saw a reflection of his past self in Fu Xuan.

If Jing Liu dares to take another step forward and try to get closer to Su Jinyan...

Fu Xuan would definitely attack him without hesitation.

Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes were calm as she held Su Jinyan in her arms and walked forward slowly.

"Mirror flow."

"My disciple is a womanizer. He falls in love with every woman he meets and likes to get himself into romantic troubles. He's a complete scoundrel."

"Although he often angers me, I often call him a 'traitor'."

"Even so, I like him very much and would never bear to hurt him in the slightest."

Mirror Flow: "......"

Fu Xuan glanced back at her, her beautiful eyes devoid of any emotion:

"The lofty, unobstructed flying light is indeed not to be touched by living beings."

“He took liberties with you first and deserved to die. Now that his internal organs are destroyed, he has paid the price he deserved and we are even.”

"From now on, please do not come near my Ayan again."

Jing Liu's cold lips were a little dry as he whispered:

He could have dodged that sword strike.

At that moment, Su Jinyan, who was being held in Fu Xuan's arms, let her hands fall limply to her sides.

Mirror Flu experienced a sudden feeling of suffocation.

It felt as if a pair of powerless hands were choking me.

She could have easily pushed them away, but she didn't. Instead, she let those hands grip her snow-white neck.

Jingliu's words seemed to be an attempt to defend himself.

It also seems like she was trying to convince herself.

But all he got in return was a sneer from Fu Xuan and a receding figure.

Jingliu remained silent, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

"Tell me, did I do something wrong?"

Sambo: "Huh?"

The mirror flow's pupils lost focus.

It seems there is always the possibility of falling into the demonic realm.

Sambo looked around and sadly realized that he had nowhere to escape.

"You are the esteemed Lord Wuxia Feiguang, how could you have made a mistake?"

“That brat Su Jinyan dared to be disrespectful to you; he deserves to die.”

"I, Old Sambo, can't stand people like that. I have to catch up with him and have a good talk with him!"

Sang Bo righteously criticized Su Jinyan, then turned to run away.

Jing Liu's beautiful eyes turned cold. Holding the Tan Hua Sword, she leaped high into the air and instantly blocked Sang Bo's retreat.

“No, I did it wrong!”

"I shouldn't have attacked my little brother while he was distracted talking to you."

"You sycophant! How could my little brother have a friend like you!"

"I'll kill you!"

Sambo forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"I...I...I misspoke..."

"You did make a mistake."

"However, it's normal for couples to have disagreements."

"Just apologize to him afterwards and coax him, and he will forgive you."

Jingliu's beautiful eyes flashed with coldness: "No, I did nothing wrong!"

"That little brother made a lewd advance on me, so it's only right that I kill him!"

"As his friend, you should naturally speak up for the little brother."

"Ha, twisting the facts, full of fallacies, I'll kill you!"

Sambo: "..."

If you want to kill someone to vent your anger, just say so.

Jingliu put on the black blindfold and breathed softly:

"But for his sake, I'll give you a chance to live."

"Once my little brother gets better, I'll have him come to see me at the Everlasting Night Teahouse."

"Our plan is not yet complete..."

Sambo was about to cry: "Oh, please have mercy on me!"

"My Uncle Su has just gone through such a disaster, he needs to recover a bit, right?"

"What merit or ability do I, old Sambo, possess?"

"Are we risking being killed by that diviner to call him out?"

Jing Liu's killing intent surged: "You're saying that me being near my little brother is a disaster?!"

Sambo hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, and couldn't help but remind him:

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Shouldn't you go in person for something this important?"

"Think about it, old man, that Lord Fu Xuan is his master."

"What if Lord Fu Xuan whispers something in his ear?"

"Not only will he hate you, but your plan to save the Dragon Girl will also be ruined, won't it?"

Jing Liu's beautiful eyes were cold; what this guy said was true.

Regardless of how Fu Xuan views her, she still has to go see her little brother in person and get his forgiveness.

It wouldn't matter if Fu Xuanzhen whispered in his ear.

What's worrying is that Fu Xuan's influence extends beyond just whispering in someone's ear.

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With a cold expression, Fu Xuan carried Su Jinyan all the way to the instruction hall of the Imperial Divination Bureau.

Seeing this scene, the diviners all looked at each other with puzzled expressions and couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Good heavens, what has happened to our Grand Diviner?

Fu Xuan parted his lips slightly, his voice full of authority: "I have something to announce."

"Just now, Ayan knelt before me and proposed to me."