Qí Niànniàn hopped back to Gù Huáshuāng's side, sitting down again with a radiant smile still on her face.
"What's wrong, did he feed you honey?" Gù Huáshuāng asked.
"No, but it's pretty close." Smiling, Qí Niànniàn held out the two bright red wild fruits she clutched towards Gù Huáshuāng. After showing them to her, she carefully put them away as if afraid Gù Huáshuāng would snatch them. "Senior Brother Róng said thank you, and he gave me two fruits, saying he'd trade them with me."
"Senior Sister Gù, do you think Senior Brother Róng has exchanged tokens with me?"
"Perhaps?"
As Gù Huáshuāng spoke, she glanced curiously in Róng Zhǐyuǎn's direction. The next second, she saw Róng Zhǐyuǎn expressionlessly toss something into the grass.
Could it be…
Gù Huáshuāng cast a sympathetic glance at the infatuated Qí Niànniàn, who was still lost in her fantasy, unable to break it.
Maybe… maybe…
Seeing Xiāo Qǐyún refuse, Róng Zhǐyuǎn casually tossed aside the two tart fruits Qí Niànniàn had given him and shifted his gaze back to Xiāo Qǐyún, his expression cold. "Since Master doesn't like them, then forget it."
Xiāo Qǐyún: "???"
Wait, did you two lovebirds have a fight?
Even if you did, don't use him as a shield!
"You can't just throw things away even if I don't want them. After all, they were given with good intentions by another girl. You just throw them away? I want them now, go find them for me."
Regarding Róng Zhǐyuǎn's behavior of throwing things away, Xiāo Qǐyún stated: not to be promoted, not to be learned, not to follow, not to agree.
Seeing Xiāo Qǐyún lift the hem of his robe as if to search in the grass, Róng Zhǐyuǎn formed a hand seal. The two tart fruits he had thrown into the grass floated up on their own, and were immediately swallowed by a cluster of spirit fire, leaving not even a trace.
Xiāo Qǐyún: "…"
Trying to go against him?
Can this disciple still be kept?
It's true that when the heavens want to rain, disciples want to get married… no, get married to someone.
Disciples not far away suddenly and hastily gathered in formation. Xiāo Qǐyún shot Róng Zhǐyuǎn a glare and strode towards the Sect Leader, Róng Zhǐyuǎn following closely behind.
Passing through the city gates, they were greeted by the city's bustling prosperity.
Eight streets and nine pathways, a world of revelry, vermilion and gold-trimmed tiles set against blue bricks. At the tea stalls lining the street, several people sat drinking tea, chattering incessantly about something. The street vendors sold all sorts of Novelties or rare spirit artifacts and magic treasures, and the onlookers were mostly young cultivators dressed in the robes of various sects.
"Is this the Immortal Capital?" Qí Niànniàn, having procured a small pouch of green buns from somewhere, hugged them to her chest, taking bites. "Senior Sister Gù, it's much more prosperous here than on Cháng Quē Mountain."
"The Immortal Capital was built jointly by the hundred immortal sects. The elites of the hundred immortal sects gather here. It represents the face of the cultivation world, so naturally it's prosperous." Xiāo Qǐyún looked at the bustling scene before him, seizing the opportunity to size up his disciple's future wife. The more he looked, the more he liked her.
This little girl is so plump, how can she not be cute!
No wonder Róng Zhǐyuǎn doesn't come home every day.
Fèng Shūqí likely understood that it was their first time in the Immortal Alliance and they would naturally be curious, deliberately slowing his pace.
As they walked, Xiāo Qǐyún suddenly recalled his trip to the Immortal Capital for the Immortal Alliance Grand Competition several years ago.
It was around this time back then that he came to the Immortal Alliance with the Blue Cloud Hall contingent. Relying on his Long Song Sword and his self-created Talismans, he made a name for himself among the hundred immortal sects, taking first place, and bringing honor to Blue Cloud Hall and the Xiao family.
Yet returning now, it inexplicably gave him a sense of having lived through another life.
A flicker of melancholy flashed in his eyes.
Perhaps, it truly was another life…
He wondered how his father and mother were doing now…
In his modern life, Xiāo Qǐyún was an orphan and had never experienced fatherly or motherly love. He had finally grown up and was starting his career when he inexplicably arrived here, becoming someone with the same name, "Xiāo Qǐyún." However, when he transmigrated, the original owner had just been born.
He knew everything here was fake, but the kindness of the Xiao family's mother and father towards him was not fake.
A hint of melancholy crept onto his face. These feelings… were not fake.
"Master, what are you thinking about?" A voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Xiāo Qǐyún snapped back to attention and met Róng Zhǐyuǎn's face.
"Nothing," Xiāo Qǐyún turned his face away, looking to the side.
Pah, you little brat. He had finally cultivated a poignant atmosphere, and with one sentence, you made it all disappear!