Treat Me as Jiang Shaoyan

Li Guiyu spoke as he limped into the dense forest.

After walking a few steps, Li Guiyu heard no sound behind him. He turned back and commanded coldly: “Keep up.”

Luo Wanqing pressed her lips together without speaking. She stared at him intently, endured for a moment, and finally put away her Qianji dagger.

She couldn’t kill him now, so she would endure.

She had endured for so long—what difference did a little more time make?

After thinking, she tapped her toe and leaped onto a tree branch, surveying the surroundings from above to first assess the situation.

From the heights, she could see endless mountain forests stretching to the horizon, connecting to snow-capped mountain ranges at the far end, with no trace of Liufeng Island in sight.

Luo Wanqing frowned, remembering Xie Heng’s instructions.

Xie Heng had told her to stay close to Li Guiyu, probably anticipating the current situation.

She wasn’t familiar with formations and couldn’t find her way in this place at all.

After considering, Luo Wanqing decisively dropped down from the heights and followed behind Li Guiyu, saying coldly: “There’s something wrong with this forest?”

“The cave, the dense forest, Liufeng Island—these places are all filled with Xie Minsheng’s mechanisms and formations.” Li Guiyu didn’t turn back, calculating directions as he pushed aside branches. “You can’t get out. If I don’t lead you, with your skills, you’ll die within a day.”

Hearing him say this, Luo Wanqing understood it was a threat.

“If you’re so capable, why are you bringing me along?” Luo Wanqing tested him. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll find a chance to kill you?”

“If you kill me, you’ll die,” Li Guiyu glanced back at her. “Zheng Pingsheng is still alive. Are you willing to accept that?”

Luo Wanqing paused at his words. Li Guiyu thought for a moment and suddenly said: “The rest of your family is still alive, isn’t it?”

“Li Guiyu?!”

Her knife uncontrollably left its sheath, instantly pressed against Li Guiyu’s throat: “What do you want to do?”

Li Guiyu’s movements stopped. After a moment, he seemed somewhat saddened and chuckled softly: “I said I’d spare them, so I spared them. I’m just reminding you that if you die,” Li Guiyu turned to look at her, “they would be very sad.”

Luo Wanqing said nothing. Li Guiyu raised his hand to push away her blade, turned his head, and said indifferently: “Cherish your life.”

Li Guiyu spoke as he turned and moved forward. There was no immediate response from behind.

After a long while, Luo Wanqing finally spoke: “I’m already dead.”

Li Guiyu stopped and turned back in surprise.

Luo Wanqing held her knife, saying hoarsely: “In their eyes, Luo Wanqing has long ceased to exist in this world.”

Except for her mother, no family members knew she was alive.

No one was waiting for her anymore.

And all of this was a gift from the person before her.

Li Guiyu instantly understood her meaning. The two stood quietly facing each other in the forest. Looking at the clear eyes that held suppressed sorrow, Li Guiyu suddenly couldn’t bear to look directly at her.

He awkwardly averted his gaze, pretending to know nothing, and said quietly: “My injuries still need some time to heal. Wang Yunzhi has brought people in by now. During this time, you protect me, we’ll coexist peacefully, and I’ll take you out.”

Luo Wanqing stared at him, wanting to see guilt or regret on his face, but there was nothing.

Li Guiyu acted as if he had never done anything wrong, calmly moving forward. After walking for a long while without Luo Wanqing following, he turned back coldly: “Want to die here?”

Luo Wanqing pressed her lips together without speaking, only staring at him coldly.

Li Guiyu thought for a moment and finally couldn’t help asking: “What did Xie Heng tell you earlier?”

“You’re using Young Master to pressure me?” Luo Wanqing instantly flared up.

Seeing her immediate response to Xie Heng, Li Guiyu’s expression also grew cold. He turned his head and warned, “I’m telling you to understand the current situation clearly.”

Even Xie Heng had to bow his head—what about her?

After speaking, Li Guiyu continued walking forward.

Luo Wanqing felt somewhat unwilling, but she understood that Li Guiyu was right.

She hesitated for a moment, then could only follow him.

Li Guiyu calculated as he walked, with Luo Wanqing following behind him for a long time.

He was injured and walked with some difficulty. Luo Wanqing paid him no mind, only watching him limp forward.

When night fell and light rain began in the forest, Luo Wanqing finally said, “Find a place to shelter from the rain.”

Li Guiyu agreed, sounding just like before, saying peacefully, “Alright.”

This atmosphere made her somewhat irritated. She disliked this state of being unable to kill him, yet unable to break free.

She remained silent, following him through the rain.

He kept bleeding, leaving a trail of blood mixed with rainwater on the ground.

But he made no sound, only calculated their position and told Luo Wanqing, “Walk forward another five li, and there should be a cave.”

Luo Wanqing didn’t respond.

Five li wasn’t far for martial artists with lightness skills, but he walked too slowly, taking a very long time.

Finally, he couldn’t hold on any longer and stumbled, collapsing into the rainwater.

Luo Wanqing stood not far away, watching him. After a long while, she walked over and kicked him: “Get up.”

Li Guiyu trembled slightly but didn’t rise.

Luo Wanqing gripped her knife and crouched down, staring at the person in the rainwater, saying coldly: “Get up!”

Li Guiyu breathed shallowly without speaking.

Luo Wanqing grabbed his hair and saw his pale face, features similar to his youth, crashed directly into her eyes, making her fingertips tremble.

The pain of having his hair pulled made Li Guiyu somewhat alert. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the woman before him who was pretending to be calm. After a long while, he finally said: “Carry me.”

Luo Wanqing didn’t move. Li Guiyu stared at her, calmly reminding: “Mother-child poison.”

Luo Wanqing heard the threat. She suddenly threw him aside: “Get lost!”

As she spoke, she turned to leave. Li Guiyu lay on the ground, his body trembling as he said: “Don’t force me. I don’t want to make you hurt.”

Hearing this, Luo Wanqing stopped. She clenched her fists. After a long while, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and finally turned back to hoist him onto her back, carrying him toward the cave.

The moment she lifted him onto her back, Li Guiyu closed his eyes and smiled softly.

“You see,” he murmured, “you still have to turn back.”

“Shut up!”

Luo Wanqing shouted quietly. Li Guiyu didn’t have the extra energy to speak.

With him on her back, their speed increased considerably. Luo Wanqing rushed in the direction he had indicated.

Li Guiyu was in a daze, feeling as if he were having a very long dream.

In the dream, he was still in Jiangnan, carrying Luo Wanqing, who had sprained her ankle, through the long alleyways.

It was a summer night with warm evening breezes and long alleys. Luo Wanqing chattered about the patients she had seen that day.

In the dream, he couldn’t hear what she was saying clearly, but he felt very fulfilled and happy.

He hadn’t had such a beautiful dream in a long time. He couldn’t help struggling to open his eyes, afraid he wouldn’t wake up.

But when he opened his eyes, it was another beautiful dream—he saw Luo Wanqing’s profile.

She was much thinner than in his memories, carrying a resilience and coldness she had never had before. Fine rain fell on her, soaking her hair and forming droplets that slid down her cheeks.

He watched her quietly, unable to distinguish between reality and dream, between illusion and truth.

He didn’t dare blink, quietly resting against her shoulder.

After Luo Wanqing carried him five li at full speed, she finally saw the cave he had mentioned.

She carried him into the cave, threw him on the ground, and turned to leave.

“I left traces outside.”

Li Guiyu lay on the ground, speaking hoarsely: “Turn back when you encounter cloth.”

Luo Wanqing listened without responding, but she still followed his instructions, collecting firewood outside, catching two wild rabbits at the entrance, cleaning them with rainwater, then walking back inside.

Entering the cave, she discovered Li Guiyu had already fainted.

She looked at the person on the ground and suddenly realized she could kill him.

At this moment, she could easily slit his throat. As long as she was willing to die, she could kill him! Everything would be over.

Never mind justice, truth, good, and evil—he said good people couldn’t kill him, so she would be a bad person.

As this thought emerged, she couldn’t help moving forward, walking to him as if possessed, crouching down.

But before she could touch him, she noticed his muscles instantly tense. She instinctively leaped back, stopping in shock.

She stared at his defensive posture, knowing that although he might be unconscious, his instincts remained. If she dared to act, he might instantly rise and kill her.

She couldn’t fathom his depths and didn’t dare approach again.

But in this moment, she suddenly realized that his posture was the same as when she first met him.

Except back then, she hadn’t learned martial arts and couldn’t understand. She thought he was unconscious on the ground and only wanted to save him.

But now, watching him, she understood that back then, he had wanted to kill her.

From the very beginning, he had wanted to kill her, yet she had been deceived for so many years.

Luo Wanqing thought about it and smiled mockingly.

She gripped her knife, calming her emotions in place. After a long while, she returned to the fire, skewered the rabbit, and placed it over the flames to roast, thinking about her current predicament as she cooked.

She didn’t know when Xie Heng would come, nor how long she would be alone with Li Guiyu. The urgent priority was to extract the mother poison from Li Guiyu.

Her earlier madness was pointless—what would killing him now accomplish?

If she only wanted to trade life for life, she should have acted in the Supervision Department’s prison.

Although Xie Heng had only been testing her then, and she wouldn’t have succeeded, she hadn’t had that thought at the time, so why now?

Thinking of Zhang Jiuran and Cui Heng, she calmed down considerably.

She began thinking about how to obtain the mother-child poison from Li Guiyu.

Li Guiyu had said he would give her the mother’s poison once they left Liufeng Island, but she couldn’t just wait passively.

She shouldn’t think of worst-case scenarios. Looking at the bright side, having been poisoned with Li Guiyu’s mother-child poison was probably when Li Guiyu was most at ease with her.

Which meant it was the best time for her to act against Li Guiyu.

She mentally reviewed the medicines she had brought, looking at Li Guiyu’s wound.

A master like Li Guiyu would immediately detect direct poisoning, especially since he had spent so many years with her at the medical clinic, making him more sensitive to medicines than ordinary masters.

The best way to drug him now was to let it seep in through his wounds.

Among her medicines, Mijin powder wasn’t poison and was hard to detect. Moreover, it required a catalyst to activate. If she added small amounts to Li Guiyu’s body repeatedly, once it accumulated to a certain level, using the catalyst at a crucial moment would temporarily deprive Li Guiyu of his ability to defend himself—that would be her chance to strike.

If he refused to give her the mother poison, the worst path was simply everyone going to the Western heaven together.

If he was willing to give it…

Luo Wanqing looked at the flames before her.

She suddenly hoped he wouldn’t give it.

If he was going to be bad, let him be thoroughly bad, so she could kill him and settle everything.

But future results weren’t for her to guess—she could only focus on the present.

Luo Wanqing glanced at him, took out the Mijin powder, sprinkled it on a silk handkerchief, and put it back.

When Li Guiyu woke up, Luo Wanqing was sitting nearby roasting a rabbit.

She wore only a single shirt; her outer garment hung on two branches to dry.

Li Guiyu curled up by the fire, watching Luo Wanqing roast a rabbit.

The firelight was warm. Lying on the ground, he didn’t want to move at all, quietly listening to the rain outside, feeling an unprecedented sense of peace.

Different from those five years in Jiangnan, when he had to constantly be vigilant and pretend, afraid Luo Wanqing would discover what kind of person he really was.

Also, different from those days in the Eastern Capital, full of suspicion and killing.

Now she was beside him, she knew what he looked like, without pretense or killing. She sat quietly to one side, with rain sounds and the crackling of burning charcoal interweaving. Lying on the ground, he suddenly felt the whole world had become extraordinarily gentle.

He quietly watched her roast rabbit. Her technique wasn’t very good—some parts burnt, others raw. He couldn’t help wanting to laugh.

After a long while, he couldn’t bear watching and supported himself to sit up, saying hoarsely: “Let me do it.”

As he spoke, he reached for the rabbit. Luo Wanqing glanced at him but didn’t refuse. She could only kill, but not roast, while Li Guiyu’s roasting skills were first-rate.

She handed over the meat and threw him some seasonings, then said: “I was thinking of drugging you earlier.”

Li Guiyu paused, looking up at her suspiciously.

Luo Wanqing lowered her head to adjust her clothing, asking quietly: “When you first met me, you were preparing to kill me, weren’t you?”

Li Guiyu’s movements stiffened slightly. He instantly understood what had happened earlier.

Talking about the past suddenly made him somewhat panicked. After hesitating, he carefully chose his words: “I wasn’t sure why you had returned. I was afraid you came back to kill me.”

Luo Wanqing laughed mockingly, poking at the fire with her hand, saying slowly: “Why does Wang Yunzhi want to kill you?”

There were too many things about Li Guiyu she couldn’t understand.

She still couldn’t figure out why Wang Yunzhi would do such a thankless task when the Wang family and Li Guiyu should prosper or fall together.

Li Guiyu hadn’t expected her to ask this. He was silent for a while, then finally answered: “I killed the master of the Dark Pavilion. He was her confidant, and she doesn’t trust me.”

“If you’re killed, what happens to the Wang family?” Luo Wanqing didn’t understand.

Li Guiyu didn’t hide anything. He turned the rabbit, saying carelessly: “The Tenth Prince Li Changrong was also born to a Wang family concubine who entered the palace. He’s younger, only twelve, but after a few more years, he can also emerge. Wang Yunzhi probably wants to support him, but if I discover her intentions,” Li Guiyu smiled mockingly with some coldness, “I would kill Li Changrong first.”

“So she wants to kill you in Jiangnan.” Luo Wanqing understood but found it incredible, frowning: “You already killed the Crown Prince—could you still kill Li Changrong?”

“Inspector Liu, watch your words,” Li Guiyu glanced at her. “I didn’t kill the Crown Prince.”

Luo Wanqing’s movements paused, understanding his implication.

Li Guiyu continued: “I can’t kill Li Changrong, but my mother can. If we, mother and son, are determined to act, Li Changrong lives in the inner palace after all—they can’t protect him.”

Wang Lianyang had controlled the inner palace for many years. Li Changrong and his mother had always lived under her influence. If she wanted to kill Li Changrong, it wouldn’t be difficult.

Listening to this, Luo Wanqing felt it was all just a muddy swamp.

She thought for a moment and only said, “This is the life you schemed so hard to get?”

Li Guiyu turned the rabbit over, saying casually: “Isn’t it good?”

Luo Wanqing looked at him coldly. Li Guiyu looked up, seriously staring into Luo Wanqing’s eyes: “Compared to wielding power versus being at others’ mercy, you should have some experience.”

This made Luo Wanqing unconsciously tighten her grip on her knife. She looked at him coldly and said mockingly: “I should thank you for that.”

This made Li Guiyu pause. He turned his face away and finally asked: “Why did you come back?”

“Don’t you know?” Luo Wanqing lowered her head to draw her knife and wipe it, using this action to keep calm. “I came back to kill you all.”

Li Guiyu was silent for a moment, sprinkling seasoning on the rabbit, asking with difficulty: “How did you manage it?”

Luo Wanqing didn’t respond. Li Guiyu turned to look at the person beside him. He could see at a glance that her bone structure was completely different from before. He stared at her, and after a long while, said: “You underwent bone remodeling, didn’t you?”

Luo Wanqing’s movements paused. Li Guiyu gripped the branch tightly, saying hoarsely: “I searched through all the texts, asked many people. Your condition—”

“Yes.”

Having come this far, Luo Wanqing had nothing to hide, wiping her blade: “Anything else you want to ask?”

“If your bones were remodeled, what about your internal energy?” Li Guiyu’s eyes moved slightly. “Where did this internal energy come from?”

“Zhang Jiuran gave it to me.”

“When?” Even though he already had suspicions, Li Guiyu still felt somewhat out of control. “In the prison’s water dungeon?”

He should have obtained information about everything related to her in Yangzhou. Luo Wanqing nodded: “Mm.”

“Do you know you could have died from this?”

Li Guiyu suppressed his emotions. Luo Wanqing paused, raising her eyes to look at him calmly: “What business is it of yours?”

Li Guiyu’s heart trembled, feeling as if her hairpin had ruthlessly scraped across his heart.

“None of my business?”

Li Guiyu reflexively asked back. He seemed to be searching for reasons, laughing: “You came to kill me—how can you say it’s none of my business?”

“Then you should hope I die sooner.”

Luo Wanqing watched him. Li Guiyu said nothing.

The two stared at each other quietly. After a long while, he looked down at the roasted rabbit in his hands, handed it over, and changed the subject: “Eat.”

Luo Wanqing sheathed her knife and took the rabbit. As she tore and ate it, as if knowing what Li Guiyu still wanted to know, she said coldly: “At that time, I met Jiuran in the water dungeon. She didn’t want to live anymore. Knowing I wanted to come for revenge, she gave me her internal energy. Young Master gave me a Jiuxiang Ningshen pill, and I relied on that medicine to get through it. Then I burned my face in a fire basin. After it rotted, I exchanged identities with her.”

“Why did you have to…”

“Have to?”

Luo Wanqing smiled mockingly, looking up at him: “Do you know what the result would have been if I had gone to exile?”

Li Guiyu gripped the branch, not daring to speak.

“Did you think I could live peacefully in Lingnan? With my appearance…”

“You wouldn’t have been in danger.” Li Guiyu immediately spoke.

With these words, Luo Wanqing knew he had indeed sent people to follow her.

So in her previous life, despite being born so beautiful, she had been able to reach Lingnan safely.

While her sister-in-law had suffered the disasters that beauty brought.

He had been watching all along.

His people were nearby, watching her walk step by step toward a dead end, yet he had just watched.

Having drawn out his words, her murderous intent deepened, but she knew now wasn’t the time to act.

She asked calmly: “What grudge did you and my father have?”

Li Guiyu made no sound. After a moment, he lowered his head and said hoarsely: “It’s all in the past.”

Luo Wanqing knew she couldn’t get anything out of him and said no more. She quickly finished the rabbit, got up to fetch her outer garment, lay down, and said coldly: “Let’s take turns keeping watch. I’ll sleep first.”

“Mm.”

Li Guiyu responded.

Luo Wanqing found a random spot and lay down to sleep.

The two had their backs to each other, one sitting, one lying. After a moment, Li Guiyu said slowly: “Tomorrow I’ll get some dry grass.”

He remembered she had always been pampered and delicate. Sleeping on such hard ground should be very uncomfortable.

Luo Wanqing heard the care in his words. With her back to him, looking at the shadows on the wall, after a moment, she finally spoke: “Those five years in Jiangnan—”

Li Guiyu’s heart tightened.

Luo Wanqing suddenly felt it was pointless. What was the point of asking?

Whether he had deceived her from the beginning or had some genuine feelings—what difference did it make?

She had nothing left to care about regarding him. What she wanted to know was only what her father had done.

She would avenge her father, but she would also repay debts owed.

She closed her eyes and said flatly: “Never mind.”

Li Guiyu didn’t immediately respond. After a long while, he spoke hoarsely: “It was all lies.”

Luo Wanqing’s fingertips trembled.

Li Guiyu stared at the flames, saying with difficulty, “From the beginning, it was all lies. I never loved you.”

“Mm.” Hearing this, Luo Wanqing felt much calmer inside. She closed her eyes and said flatly: “I thought as much.”

Neither spoke again. After a while, Luo Wanqing seemed to soften her tone: “Your Highness, let’s agree.”

“What?”

“We’ll coexist peacefully until we’re out of the dense forest. When the time comes, you give me the mother poison, and during this journey…” Luo Wanqing spoke with great difficulty, “I’ll protect you.”

“You think I won’t give you the mother poison?”

Li Guiyu glanced at her.

Luo Wanqing spoke honestly: “I don’t know.”

With something like the mother-child poison, and her being Xie Heng’s only current confidant, she couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t use it.

Li Guiyu laughed, thought for a moment, and only said: “Not enough.”

“What else do you want?”

“I want you to—” Li Guiyu thought for a moment, feeling it was like a fool’s dream, but still spoke: “treat me as Jiang Shaoyan.”

Luo Wanqing fell silent. After a long while, she said calmly: “You’re not him.”

“Then just call me by name?” Li Guiyu knew she wouldn’t agree, saying jokingly: “Just call my name once, and I’ll give you the mother poison when we get out. That’s not too much, is it?”

Luo Wanqing didn’t immediately respond.

Li Guiyu didn’t mind. He knew her temperament and only lowered his head to tend the fire.

After a long while, a soft call suddenly came from behind: “Shaoyan.”

Li Guiyu instantly froze.

He felt as if he had returned to his youth, under the eaves in heavy rain, when she had handed him osmanthus cakes.

She had offered sweetness to him, but he knew this was just a pipe dream—he couldn’t possess it for a lifetime.

There might even be poison hidden in those osmanthus cakes.

He should refuse.

But he couldn’t do it.

He only felt his eyes sting, yet experienced tremendous joy, like those intoxicating hallucinations after taking Five Stone Powder.

Drinking poison to quench thirst.

“This has nothing to do with the mother poison.” The woman’s voice was cold but carried clear distinctions between gratitude and resentment. “You saved me today. Thank you.”

Li Guiyu couldn’t speak. After a long while, he said quietly: “Sleep.”

His voice was more mature than in his youth, yet it seemed to carry the same gentle tone as before: “I’ll keep watch.”

Luo Wanqing said nothing. She lay quietly, smelling the calming incense he had thrown into the fire.

But somehow, though she was very tired and had used medicine, she still couldn’t fall asleep.

This person was behind her, and she simply couldn’t rest peacefully.

He was like her personal hell—with him beside her, she had nowhere to escape, suffering in torment.

After a long while, she looked at the pink jade bracelet and Qianji dagger on her hand, then followed her hand to look at Xiling, not far away.

She suddenly thought of Cui Heng.

These were all things Cui Heng had given her. They seemed like him as a person, silently guarding by her side.

She suddenly remembered that day in the Eastern Capital when she had fought her way from Purple Cloud Mountain to the imperial city.

He had always followed beside her. When she encountered Li Guiyu, she had called out softly “Cui Heng!” and he had leaped up without hesitation, resolutely and boldly blocking Li Guiyu’s sword aimed at her.

Cui Heng had won her a moment of freedom. She had gracefully leaped past Li Guiyu, as if finally escaping from that world called Li Guiyu.

Cui Heng.

She closed her eyes, feeling that person’s presence silently spreading through this night, bit by bit filling her, embracing her.

Separating her from Li Guiyu, forgetting love and hate, with heaven and earth in silence.

She fell asleep in her longing. Li Guiyu heard the even breathing behind him. After a long while, he finally turned back.

The woman by the firelight had shed her girlish innocence, lying quietly beside him.

She hadn’t done anything. She had just appeared, alive, peacefully staying by his side, and he felt ultimate happiness.

She was asleep, knowing nothing.

In that moment, he suddenly thought.

At this moment, heaven and earth didn’t know, gods and buddhas didn’t know, the wronged souls beneath the nine springs didn’t know, and she didn’t know either.

So he could finally look at her without restraint.

He gazed at her quietly. After a long while, he couldn’t help but trembleingly reach out to touch her brow and eyes.

Then stopped at the last moment.

After a long while, he chuckled softly and turned to look at the dancing flames.

A moth to a flame—nothing more than this.

While the two rested in the cave, Xie Heng struck down the last assassin, breathing heavily as he looked at the sky.

After he had cut Zhou Chun’s fuse, Wang Yunzhi had detonated explosives at the entrance above.

The collapse had caused a secondary explosion of the explosives on Zhou Chun’s body. Fortunately, he had run fast and rushed out at the last moment.

Afterward, he had blocked the exit. He knew Wang Yunzhi would definitely bring people to follow. He couldn’t let anyone pass to find Luo Wanqing. Since he wasn’t sure whether he or the assassins would find Luo Wanqing first, he had simply ambushed at the entrance, eliminating the first wave of assassins. After interrogating them, he learned there was more than one entrance—Wang Yunzhi had brought another group through a different exit.

He had no choice but to pursue them all the way.

But with the rain, Fengxun’s fragrance was useless. He could only have Zhusi watch from above—anyone spotted would be pursued. Whether it was Luo Wanqing or assassins, at least he could clear out the enemies first.

He didn’t know how many people Wang Yunzhi had brought. This was already the third wave he had cleared.

Since Luo Wanqing had asked him not to kill, he had wasted considerable effort. After clearing this wave, he was somewhat tired, lying under a tree and looking up at the endless rain.

He was covered in wounds, momentarily feeling as if he had returned to that bamboo grove on that rainy night six years ago.

Thinking of the girl behind the screen, Xie Heng closed his eyes and chuckled softly, then forced himself to stand up, calling out: “Zhusi, continue searching.”

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**Author’s Note:**

**[Mini Theater]**

Xie Heng: “I went to clear the safe zone for you all, not to die outside. I’m out here fighting bloody battles while Li Guiyu, you’re stealing my home—are you even human?!”

Li Guiyu: “Tsk, how unfortunate that you didn’t die out there.”

Zhang Yiran: “Liberal arts majors are still at a disadvantage in romance. If my martial arts were better, I could join the fun too.”

Luo Wanqing: “Everyone, be peaceful. We’re here to focus on our careers.”