Hearing the Lingxu Fan speak, Pei Zichen didn’t feel much.

He was quite weary, looking at the Lingxu Fan calmly. “So now you and I have formed a contract?”

“Of course.”

The Lingxu Fan chuckled lightly. “Master’s will is so resilient—truly rare. Being able to form a contract with Master is Lingxu’s fortune.”

“Why me?”

Pei Zichen raised his eyes, keenly sensing something wrong. “My master’s wife was with me. She’s more outstanding, sacrificed more. Why me?”

“Because not just anyone can obtain a divine artifact. We can be used by others, but we can only recognize those acknowledged by Haocang Shenjun. Only the deity’s aura can awaken an artifact spirit.”

“I have Haocang Shenjun’s aura? Am I his reincarnation?”

“The deity has no reincarnation.”

The Lingxu Fan dusted his sleeve, saying calmly, “He transformed himself into everything in the world. There’s no reincarnation to speak of. You merely have his mark, representing that you’re someone he acknowledges.”

“Yuan Luo never told me this.”

“That idiot,” the Lingxu Fan sneered. “What does he know? He probably just felt you were particularly strong and dove right in.”

“So you sensed me,” Pei Zichen understood, his heart growing cold, “and specially set up this illusory realm?”

“Correct.” The Lingxu Fan nodded, quite proud. “Even if you have the deity’s mark, I don’t recognize just anyone as master. If your character wasn’t sufficient, you wouldn’t be worthy.”

“So you first erased my memories, making me become Shen Chen.”

Pei Zichen understood his meaning and continued, “After discovering false memories couldn’t keep me, you deceived Yuan Luo, telling him the way to wake me was to have my master’s wife fulfill my wish.”

Pei Zichen lowered his head with a bitter smile. “You thought using her could keep me in the illusory realm?”

“This…” The Lingxu Fan considered carefully. “Actually, it wasn’t entirely my intention. It was her wish.”

This made Pei Zichen pause. The Lingxu Fan waved his fan. “Everyone who enters hopes the illusory realm can fulfill their wishes. Qian Sisi’s wish was to be herself, escaping the mistake of personally killing her sect, avoiding her fellow disciples’ deaths. Your wish was to be Shen Yuqing once, possessing his perfect life. Song Wulan’s wish was to be you once, to have Jiang Zhaoxue treat him well, wanting that plum blossom cake. Ye Tianjiao’s wish was to become the young master of an assassin organization, living an intense jianghu life. Only Jiang Zhaoxue—her will was too firm. She fundamentally needed no fantasy in the illusory realm. So her wish in this illusory realm was—to fulfill all your wishes.”

Hearing this, Pei Zichen looked up blankly, staring at the Lingxu Fan in disbelief as he continued, “She hoped you would be well.”

“I want you to be well.”

“Although I don’t have their deep feelings, I also hope you’ll be well.”

“You… these four years… have you been well?”

“I saved you hoping you would be well. Go do things that make you happy. Enjoy everything life gives you.”

“Everyone lives for themselves. You should also fight for yourself to be well. If one day I must kill you, it’s only the victor and vanquished, each using their own methods.”

“Her will was too firm. She fundamentally needed no fantasy in the illusory realm. So her wish in this illusory realm was—to fulfill all your wishes.”

“She hoped you would be well.”

She hoped he would be well.

At seventeen.

At twenty-one.

At twenty-five.

In every stage of his life, she consistently maintained this hope.

Even in the illusory realm, it became her wish.

How could this be not caring?

How could it be called not caring?!

The four years he wanted, that little bit of care, that little bit of space, that little bit of consideration—she had given it to him long ago!

Yaoyao…

His emotions became urgent. He immediately said, “Can I leave now?”

“Of course.”

The Lingxu Fan raised his hand. “Respectfully sending off Master.”

As the words fell, Pei Zichen felt the surroundings gradually dim. The sounds of water and birds surrounded him.

He suddenly opened his eyes, instantly sitting up straight, turning to look around.

This was a riverbank. Ye Tianjiao, Qian Sisi, and Song Wuya lay scattered on the ground. Jiang Zhaoxue was breathing lightly, as if she hadn’t reacted yet, sitting somewhat dazed not far away.

The moment he saw Jiang Zhaoxue, Pei Zichen’s eyes immediately lit up. He quickly got up and went forward, urgently saying, “Yaoyao!”

Hearing this address, Jiang Zhaoxue violently shuddered.

Pei Zichen had no time to think. He hurriedly rushed before Jiang Zhaoxue, reaching out to check her pulse. But Jiang Zhaoxue urgently withdrew her hand, shouting sternly, “What did you call me?!”

Pei Zichen’s movements froze. Fear instantly spread. He suppressed his panic and looked up at the cold eyes of the person before him. In that instant, he felt as if plunged into an icy abyss.

Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him fixedly, hiding her hand in her sleeve, using magic to conceal the red rope on her finger.

Pei Zichen looked blankly at Jiang Zhaoxue’s wary, distant, yet puzzled expression, slowly understanding.

She forgot.

Pei Zichen finally confirmed.

She completely forgot.

It made sense—she wasn’t the Lingxu Fan’s master. How could she remember?

Only he remembered these four years.

Pei Zichen’s emotions surged. He didn’t dare speak.

Jiang Zhaoxue concealed the red rope while cursing inwardly.

They said after leaving, everything would be forgotten!

Now not only had she not forgotten, but there was even a marriage rope on her finger. Why did the marriage rope from the illusory realm come out?!

Shen Yuqing’s marriage rope was still there. Logically, she shouldn’t be able to wear two at once!

And if she hadn’t forgotten, fine—but why did Pei Zichen still remember?

Jiang Zhaoxue’s mind was in chaos, but she clearly knew—no matter what, she absolutely couldn’t acknowledge this.

She feigned a just-awakened appearance, quickly hiding the marriage rope on her hand. After his marriage rope was completely concealed, she seemed to slowly react, asking with confusion, “Pei Zichen?”

Before entering the secret realm, she was still blind. Calculating from her blindness period, the last time she clearly saw his face should have been when he was seventeen.

She pretended to see him for the first time, watching Pei Zichen’s face pale further. She hurriedly said, “What’s wrong with you?”

As she spoke, she felt something clutched in her hand. She quickly looked down to see a piece of paper clearly stating: “Spent four years in the illusory realm. Upon awakening, will forget everything. As soon as awakening, must immediately do the following:”

“First, confirm whether the Lingxu Fan was taken by Pei Zichen.”

“Second, Song Wuya’s memories are impaired. Awaken his memories.”

“Third, Qian Sisi’s sect disciples’ souls are hidden in Yicheng Jinbao Pavilion. Inform Qian Sisi to use the Lingxu Fan to send them into reincarnation.”

Seeing these three sentences, Jiang Zhaoxue instantly collected herself. Without asking anything else, she immediately turned to Pei Zichen. “Is the Lingxu Fan in your possession?”

“Yes.”

Pei Zichen suppressed all his emotions. Knowing serious matters took priority, he restrained his feelings. “The Lingxu Fan has recognized me as master.”

“Good.”

Jiang Zhaoxue nodded once, completely relieved. She immediately got up to check on Qian Sisi. Pei Zichen followed her movements and looked up, seeing the marriage rope on her hand.

Pei Zichen’s heart instantly ached, but he didn’t dare say more at this time. He only heard Jiang Zhaoxue order, “Quickly wake up Ye Tianjiao and Song Wuya,” then got up to examine them both.

Ye Tianjiao and Song Wuya were fine. After Pei Zichen sent some spiritual power, he first awakened them.

But Qian Sisi’s situation was extremely troublesome.

Jiang Zhaoxue checked Qian Sisi’s pulse, sensing her spiritual power was completely gone and her aura weak. Jiang Zhaoxue frowned, transmitting spiritual power to Qian Sisi, only to discover the spiritual power entering had no effect.

She couldn’t help but panic slightly, urgently calling, “Qian Sisi? Qian Sisi, wake up!”

Hearing Jiang Zhaoxue’s calls, Pei Zichen frowned slightly and immediately inquired about the situation with the Lingxu Fan.

Ye Tianjiao groggily woke up. Hearing Jiang Zhaoxue calling Qian Sisi, he rubbed his head and got up, saying vaguely, “What’s wrong with Qian Sisi?”

Over the years he’d been with Qian Sisi for long, he called her “Sisi.” But now, it was as if everything had returned to before, as if he completely didn’t remember Qian Sisi.

Just like Jiang Zhaoxue.

Realizing this, Pei Zichen’s heart grew increasingly uncomfortable. He suppressed these prolonged yet weak emotions, calmly communicating with the Lingxu Fan.

Hearing Ye Tianjiao wake up, Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at him, knowing he had forgotten. She didn’t say much, only watching Ye Tianjiao wobble to Qian Sisi, frowning. “What happened to her? Wasn’t she lively and vigorous, carrying Song Wuya just now?”

“We entered an illusory realm.” Jiang Zhaoxue said calmly. “I don’t know what happened or how long we were there, but she’s currently sustained by my spiritual power.”

“What do you mean?” Ye Tianjiao became nervous.

Pei Zichen finally spoke. “We entered an illusory realm and stayed there for four years. This illusory realm was sustained by her life force.”

Pei Zichen spoke calmly, looking up at Qian Sisi. “She should have died inside. Coming out early now, but…”

Her life had also reached its end.

“So she’ll die?!”

Ye Tianjiao panicked. “Is there any way?”

Jiang Zhaoxue didn’t speak.

She thought for a moment, looked up at Ye Tianjiao, and ordered, “Come over and continue her spiritual power.”

Ye Tianjiao was confused but obediently went to transmit spiritual power to Qian Sisi. As soon as he sent spiritual power in, Ye Tianjiao was surprised. “My heavens, how am I Nascent Soul?!”

“Because you spent four years in the illusory realm and have already formed your Nascent Soul.”

At Pei Zichen’s words, Ye Tianjiao’s mouth opened wide. He couldn’t help but say, “I’m really amazing!”

Pei Zichen closed his eyes. Jiang Zhaoxue came before Song Wuya.

Song Wuya was half-awake. She raised her hand and lifted him instantly, gripping his throat and slapping him hard across the face!

Song Wuya was slapped awake by this blow. He looked up groggily, somewhat puzzled. “Immortal Jiang…”

“I heard you forgot some things.”

Jiang Zhaoxue’s divine consciousness entered his consciousness sea. Song Wuya’s eyes instantly widened, feeling Jiang Zhaoxue’s vast divine consciousness rampaging through his consciousness sea. The pain made his whole body tremble.

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him coldly, searching inch by inch in his consciousness sea until finally seeing a thin wall. She fiercely shattered it!

The moment the thin wall shattered, Song Wuya’s whole body trembled. Then he felt some memories flooding his mind.

Jiang Zhaoxue saw his eyes fluctuating and simply flung him toward Qian Sisi, smashing him to the ground. “Recognize her?”

Hearing this, Song Wuya gasped and looked up, staring at Qian Sisi in disbelief.

He wanted to deny it, but the moment he saw Qian Sisi’s pale face, he immediately said urgently, “What happened to her?!”

“She wanted to use the Lingxu Fan to revive her fellow disciples. The Lingxu Fan didn’t have enough power, so it wove an illusory realm for her.”

Hearing this, Song Wuya’s eyes widened in horror. Pei Zichen observed him, saying calmly, “That was exchanged for her life.”

“She…” Hearing this, Song Wuya couldn’t help but laugh. “She’s truly a fool. The Lingxu Fan is just a fan. How could it bring so many people back from the dead? It’s impossible…”

“But that was her only hope.”

Pei Zichen said calmly, “Otherwise, what would you have her do? You deceived her, caused her to personally kill her own sect. What would you have her do?”

Hearing this, Song Wuya clenched his fists, not daring to meet Pei Zichen’s eyes. He only said, “That was her choice.”

“What are you talking about?” Ye Tianjiao listened and couldn’t help but say, “What do you mean he deceived her? What do you mean caused her to personally kill her own sect? They know each other?”

“Back then, the Third Prince was framed by Consort Zhao and her son, forced to garrison in Shu.” Pei Zichen stared at Song Wuya. “The Third Prince lost battle after battle. To reverse the situation and for his own future, he found the Lingxu Fan’s owner at the time, Qian Sisi. He deceived her, using the sacrifice of two hundred thousand people to cultivate a resentful evil. This resentful evil forced out the Lingxu Fan, possessed Qian Sisi, and perished together with all of Shu’s immortal path. Then the Third Prince obtained the Lingxu Fan.”

“Two hundred thousand?”

Ye Tianjiao listened in shock, instantly reacting and turning to look at Song Wuya. “Back then in Shu, three cities were massacred in succession…”

“They were destined to die!”

Song Wuya shouted angrily. Everyone froze. Pei Zichen stared at him, hearing him say, “They had already attacked, already massacred two cities. Even if I hadn’t sacrificed Furong City, they wouldn’t have survived!”

“But you were the commander!” Ye Tianjiao immediately said. “Where is there a commander who gives up on his own people first?”

“What do you know?” Hearing this, Song Wuya laughed, his eyes reddening. “You’re in the capital. You’re a rich young master who only knows eating, drinking, and playing. You speak so easily about not abandoning, fighting to the death. Do you know why Shu lost?!”

“Why… why?” Ye Tianjiao couldn’t speak for a moment.

“Because of you.” Song Wuya stared fixedly at Ye Tianjiao. “Because you live in luxury, because you exploit layer after layer. Soldiers can’t eat a full meal, can’t wear winter clothes. How can an army without provisions fight? I already tried my best. I already found ways to organize troops and gather provisions, but I don’t have this fate!”

Song Wuya slapped the ground hard, saying resentfully, “I’m not a true dragon. I don’t have this heavenly mandate. When I arrived in Shu, there was great drought for two years. When I deployed troops, I couldn’t get wind, couldn’t get rain. No matter how I exhausted myself, how hard I tried, I could never get the results I wanted! What could I do? Do you think I wanted to deceive her?”

Song Wuya raised his head, looking at Pei Zichen, tears falling. “I didn’t. When I first met her, I never thought of deceiving her. I truly saved her. I truly loved her! When I came out of Emei Xu’s secret realm, I learned the Lingxu Fan’s secret. I never really wanted to treat her this way. But I had no choice!”

Song Wuya raised his hand, pointing southwest. “I guarded Shu. I guarded Great Xia. If I didn’t obtain the Lingxu Fan, if I didn’t change my fate, do you think those barbarians would stop after massacring three cities?! They would continue north, killing through Shu, through Hanzhong, until their defeat! Do you think I was choosing what back then?”

Song Wuya clenched his fists, as if back when the army approached Furong City, holding news of two cities’ massacre, kneeling before gods and buddhas. “I was choosing—abandon the one I love, bear the infamy of two hundred thousand lives, or watch helplessly as lives were devastated, watch iron cavalry trample the nation’s soil and crush millions of lives! Those two hundred thousand were destined to die…”

“They died for you.”

Jiang Zhaoxue spoke calmly.

Song Wuya paused, hearing Jiang Zhaoxue say, “They only wanted you. If you died, there would be a new commander. If the great drought in Shu was truly caused by your fate, then they suffered because of you.”

“Then what should I have done?” Song Wuya laughed. “Should I have died? Why? What did I do wrong? Why should I die? Why should my mother die? Just because I don’t have true dragon fate? Who determined this heavenly mandate?! Why should some be born with smooth sailing and high status, while I must suffer this torment and tribulation?! Why should I accept my fate?”

“You indeed shouldn’t accept your fate.”

Jiang Zhaoxue’s tone was bland. “But fate is obtained through cause and effect. It doesn’t arise from nothing. Sins in a past life cause torment in this life. When suffering torment, if one chooses to stop punishment with sin, one only sinks deeper.”

“So I’ll change it!” Hearing this, Song Wuya shouted sternly. “Since I’m destined to suffer torment, I’ll change it. If I’m not a true dragon, I’ll use any means to become one…”

“But you are.”

At these words, Song Wuya froze.

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him with compassion. “I helped you with the ancestral altar divination because you are a true dragon. You accumulated good deeds for several lifetimes, born with true dragon fortune, only to be framed. Shu’s great drought had nothing to do with you. Your misfortunes shouldn’t have been your fate. Under such misfortune, you still persevered for two years and encountered the Lingxu Fan—that’s your fortune. Otherwise, ordinary people would have died long ago. Unfortunately, you didn’t persevere to the end. No heavenly dao will recognize a ruler who sacrifices his own subjects. The moment you sacrificed those civilians, you truly ceased being a true dragon.”

“Impossible…”

Hearing this, Song Wuya laughed with some madness, shaking his head. “You’re lying. Impossible…”

“Heavenly mandate comes from oneself, not heaven. Everything you did determined your fate.” Jiang Zhaoxue’s tone carried regret. “The fortune brought by your true dragon fate can no longer be used. Now you have one choice for redemption.”

“What?”

Song Wuya sensed something. Jiang Zhaoxue’s Qiankun divination sticks lit up in her hand. “Exchange your life for Qian Sisi’s.”

Song Wuya didn’t speak. He stared at Jiang Zhaoxue, seemingly struggling. Jiang Zhaoxue looked down at him like a judging deity. “How do you choose?”

Song Wuya didn’t move. He couldn’t speak.

He had sacrificed so much, harmed so many. He finally received recognition at the ancestral altar divination. He was only one step away…

But Qian Sisi…

He looked at her pale face.

If he hadn’t remembered, that would be fine. But those sealed memories rolled up. He had already killed her once…

He panted lowly, staring at Qian Sisi. After a long while, he murmured, “I…”

Before he finished, Qian Sisi suddenly leaped up!

Caught off guard, the dagger in her hand fiercely plunged into Song Wuya’s heart!

Blood splattered out, spraying on Qian Sisi’s face. Qian Sisi pressed Song Wuya down firmly, stabbing down madly again and again, shouting loudly, “Die! You die! I don’t owe you my life. I want your life!”

“Everyone’s dead. Everyone’s dead. Why should I live? Why should you live?!”

Hearing this, Song Wuya laughed.

His gaze finally unrestrained and greedy as he looked at Qian Sisi, hoarsely saying, “Willing…”

The instant this word emerged, the array Jiang Zhaoxue had already drawn immediately lit up. Her divination cylinder spun rapidly as she said calmly, “The Heavenly Dao is impermanent, gambling fortune on heaven. Supreme great fortune—life returns to life. Go!”

A supreme fortune stick flew up. The moment Jiang Zhaoxue crushed it, Qian Sisi felt a force clearly drilling into her meridians.

The instant she perceived it, she raised her hand in panic to stab her own throat, but was grabbed by Ye Tianjiao. “What are you doing!”

“I don’t want his life.” Qian Sisi looked up, staring fixedly at Ye Tianjiao. “If my master and fellow disciples can’t live…”

“Their souls are in Yicheng Jinbao Pavilion.”

Jiang Zhaoxue spoke calmly. Qian Sisi froze.

Seeing this, Pei Zichen immediately said, “Didn’t your master tell you back then that if there was a great calamity in Shu and everyone unfortunately perished, he would place all disciples’ souls in one location, waiting for you to use the Lingxu Fan to send them into reincarnation? This time in the illusory realm, we learned the location—Yizhou Jinbao Pavilion.”

Hearing this, Qian Sisi slowly recovered. She turned to look at Song Wuya on the ground.

He looked at her weakly. “Go. My life…”

He slowly smiled. “Can be considered repaid to you.”

Hearing this, Qian Sisi instantly remembered when she first met this person.

He lay in the mud, covered in blood, grabbing her robe corner, hoarsely saying, “Save me.”

She turned with her sword, saying blandly, “Immortal path people don’t save mortals. I won’t interfere with your fate.”

Then he tremblingly raised his head, hoarsely saying, “If you save me, my life is yours.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking at the thick true dragon fortune on him. After thinking for a long while, she smiled. “Alright. Then if I fall into trouble in the future, you must use your fortune to block one tribulation for me.”

They silently looked at each other one last time, as if both seeing their younger selves in the other’s face.

“Do you know,” Song Wuya looked at her, hoarsely saying, “that night summoning the resentful evil, I took many Forgetting Love pills. When one didn’t work, I tried a second. When the second didn’t work, I tried a third… Finally, I forgot.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“There’s no one who can’t be forgotten.” Song Wuya smiled. “Qian Sisi, forget me.”

With that, Song Wuya slowly closed his eyes.

Jiang Zhaoxue felt fortune dispersing from him, coming from all directions, slowly enveloping her.

Qian Sisi watched him close his eyes. Instantly, she felt her memories becoming somewhat hazy. She shook her head, raising her hand to cover her forehead, unable to help saying, “What did you do?”

But Song Wuya could no longer answer.

Qian Sisi couldn’t help but become agitated, urgently shouting, “Song Wuya?! Speak! What did you do!”

“He agreed to give you his life,” Jiang Zhaoxue felt Song Wuya’s fortune coming to her. She felt somewhat unbearable and explained, “But this exchange carried a curse.”

Qian Sisi turned back in panic. “What curse?”

“You’ll forget the past.”

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at Song Wuya beside them. “Have a new life.”

Qian Sisi’s eyes widened in shock. “What did you say?”

“Within half an hour, you’ll forget him, forget relatives and friends, forget everything. So…”

As Jiang Zhaoxue spoke, she extended her hand toward her. “I’ll take you to see your master and fellow disciples one last time.”

Getting the words, Qian Sisi froze. She looked at Jiang Zhaoxue’s hand in disbelief. “You… will help me?”

“Mm.” Jiang Zhaoxue nodded generously.

Qian Sisi frowned. “Why? I’ve been deceiving you all along.”

“Probably because,” Jiang Zhaoxue sighed with some helplessness and smiled, “I don’t have many friends?”

Qian Sisi stared at her blankly. Jiang Zhaoxue raised her chin. “Coming or not?”

“But…” Qian Sisi sensed their location and couldn’t help but say, “Shu is a thousand li from here. How can we arrive in half an hour?”

“Of course, fate masters create miracles.”

Jiang Zhaoxue urged, “Stop talking nonsense. Hurry!”

Hearing this, Qian Sisi hesitantly reached out toward her.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoxue gripped her hand, then turned to look at Ye Tianjiao. “Coming or not?”

Getting the words, Ye Tianjiao couldn’t help but say, “Where are you going?”

“Yizhou, Jinbao Pavilion.” Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him seriously. “Will you accompany Qian Sisi?”

Getting the words, Ye Tianjiao stared blankly at Qian Sisi.

He always felt he had forgotten something, always felt he should say something.

He vaguely felt he should call her Sisi.

Vaguely felt he should follow her.

But after looking for a long while, recalling Qian Sisi and Song Wuya’s entanglement, his heart inexplicably grew sour. He smiled stiffly. “Forget it. Too far. The Third Prince also needs posthumous affairs handled. I’ll stay to clean up. Let’s meet again in jianghu.”

“Tianjiao!”

Hearing this, Pei Zichen couldn’t help but say, “You should go together.”

“Why?”

Ye Tianjiao looked up in confusion. Hearing this, Pei Zichen found it somewhat difficult, not knowing how to speak. He only stared at him, thinking of those four years in the illusory realm when Ye Tianjiao and Qian Sisi were inseparable. He couldn’t help but say, “Do you really not remember anything from the illusory realm?”

“I…” Ye Tianjiao thought seriously for a long while, only able to ask back, “What happened?”

Pei Zichen couldn’t speak for a moment. Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at him, immediately knowing he wasn’t asking Ye Tianjiao.

She gripped Qian Sisi and urged, “Zichen, quickly!”

Getting the words, Pei Zichen clenched his sword hilt, hesitating as he walked to Jiang Zhaoxue’s side.

Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand to set up an array. Pei Zichen listened to the divination cylinder shaking, watching Ye Tianjiao ahead staring somewhat dazed at Qian Sisi.

They all forgot.

They all forgot.

If he said nothing, Jiang Zhaoxue would be just like Ye Tianjiao, knowing nothing of those four years.

But how could he speak? If he spoke, could Jiang Zhaoxue remember those events from the illusory realm, remember those feelings?

Those feelings…

How deep were her feelings?

His thoughts were chaotic. Then Jiang Zhaoxue’s divination stick flew out. She gripped Qian Sisi while simultaneously grabbing Pei Zichen’s wrist through his clothing, using divine consciousness to shatter the jade stick!

The instant the surroundings spun, Pei Zichen felt that warmth through clothing, instantly reacting.

This couldn’t be!

She held his hand. She linked arms with him. They spent four years as husband and wife.

She shouldn’t grip his wrist through clothing like this.

She should know!

She couldn’t forget like Ye Tianjiao. Even if she didn’t remember the feelings, she should at least remember…

“Yao…”

“Non-essential matters can wait until after handling Qian Sisi’s affairs.”

Jiang Zhaoxue seemed to know in advance, instantly interrupting him, then pulling them to land on the ground.

As soon as they landed, she began sensing the distance, immediately setting up an array again!

One array opening wasn’t enough to reach Shu. Then she’d open several more.

Pei Zichen watched her set up arrays, also knowing now wasn’t the time to discuss these things.

Only thinking—wait a bit more.

He unconsciously trembled the ring finger bound with the red rope, silently telling himself.

After she handled this matter, he would tell her.

He remained silent, only letting Jiang Zhaoxue lead them, opening arrays again and again approaching Shu.

As she approached, Shen Yuqing, having just arrived in Shu, instantly sensed it.

He raised his eyes, looking north, saying calmly, “She’s coming.”

“Who?” Mu Jinyue immediately asked.

Shen Yuqing held the array specifically for capturing fate masters in his hand, suppressing his trembling heartbeat, saying calmly,

“Your master’s wife.”