Du Bufan stood like an ancient and mystical stone statue, nodding slightly as a light of wisdom flickered in his eyes, as though he could pierce through all the mists between heaven and earth. His demeanor was that of a wise sage who had traversed countless reincarnations and perceived all phenomena; at this moment, everything was as clear in his eyes as the lines on the palm of his hand. Within his mind, there seemed to be a grand hall of wisdom, and the intricate game of chess laid out inside it involved life, death, honor, and disgrace with every single move. Like a grandmaster of strategy plotting out a campaign, he methodically deduced in his mind how to handle the complex situation. His thoughts were like a dense, divine web of silk, sorting out the tangled mass of information without a single omission, every detail falling neatly into its proper place.
Niu Tiedan stood to the side, resembling a gentle yet resolute fairy. She lightly raised her delicate hand, her slender fingers seemingly possessed of magic, and gently dabbed at the corner of her eye. This casual gesture was like a breeze brushing across the surface of a mirror-like lake, stirring up imperceptible ripples—so soft and tender that it seemed capable of touching the most vulnerable depths of a person's heart. Her gaze was cast toward Du Bufan with sincere fervor, her eyes as clear and pure as a heavenly pool formed from the convergence of the Milky Way of the nine heavens, sparkling with ripples that seeme…
Chapter 36