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Chapter 397 Just don't put me in the movie!
Norton, in the northern part of the Federation.

At one in the morning, this city near the Arctic Circle is still awake.

Neon lights stubbornly flickered in the cold night, traffic flowed like a river, and the low roar of engines intertwined with the faint sound of music.

The heating was on full blast inside the taxi.

The driver, Lao Zhang, was tilting his head, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear, and speaking in a very low voice.

With a hint of weariness, he pleaded, "Almost there, honey, almost there! I'll be back as soon as I finish this delivery. You go to sleep, don't wait up for me, okay?"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Outside the car window, the night sky, originally tinged with a dark orange hue by the city lights, was now a different scene.

Without warning, it was dyed a pure, icy blue!

That is not light.

It was more like the sky itself had been instantly replaced by a whole piece of blazing, blue ice crystal.

hum-

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale.

The glass curtain walls of tall buildings on both sides of the road, the roofs of cars speeding by, the snow on the roadside, and the faces of pedestrians.
Everything in sight was completely illuminated by this sudden, boundless blue light.

Old Zhang's hands, gripping the steering wheel, froze.

The phone slipped from my shoulder and hit my thigh.

From inside came his wife's anxious calls: "Old Zhang? Old Zhang! Say something! What's going on outside? Why is it suddenly light out?!"

His mouth was open, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He could only stare blankly at the sea of ​​blue light that filled the entire northern sky outside the windshield.

It was as if a god had opened his eyes at the far end of the icy plains.

"Oh My God"

Old Zhang finally found his voice again, dry and trembling.

He instinctively reached for his phone, unlocked it, and with trembling fingers aimed at the blue light that turned night into day, pressed the shutter button.

Click!

Not just him.

On the street, cars sped to a screeching halt, doors opened, and people scrambled out, their faces filled with bewilderment, horror, and an instinctive awe as if facing a miracle.

They were either holding up their phones and frantically taking photos and videos.

Or they might stare blankly upwards, uttering unconscious gasps of surprise.

Social media notification sounds were coming incessantly.

Countless photos and short videos, each from a different angle, yet all equally stunning.

It is flooding the network at an explosive rate.

Without exception, the titles all carried a horrified question mark:
What's happening to the Arctic?!

"Divine punishment has descended?!"

"Norton City in the Midnight Sun! Pictures don't lie!"

"Located in Norton, I witnessed it with my own eyes! The end of the world?!"

……

city ​​fringe.

The top floor of an abandoned factory.

A biting wind howled as several figures in black combat suits surrounded the corpse of a low-level ghoul that had just been slain and resembled a giant hyena.

They are the "Night Owl" squad, a division of the Norton City Authority.

I'm currently on night shift.

Team leader Chen Feng was wiping his blood-stained alloy dagger with a rag when a teammate's report came through his earpiece: "Boss, the third district of the east city is clear. No other targets were found."

"Received, team back."

Before Chen Feng could finish speaking, his movements suddenly froze.

He looked up sharply.

The pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

On the northern horizon, the icy blue light that swept across the sky and earth was like a divine spear of judgment, completely dominating his vision.

"My grass!"

The deputy captain next to Chen Feng, a burly man with a scar on his face, cursed out loud.

The long knife in his hand fell to the concrete ground with a "clatter".

"The Arctic." Chen Feng stared intently at the blue light, his teeth grinding together, a chill running down his spine. "Something terrible has definitely happened!!"

An energy burst of this scale and at this level
It is far beyond human capability.

He could almost picture what the Arctic front looked like right now.

……

Top floor of the Norton City Divine Authority headquarters building.

The light in the director's office was rudely slapped on.

Director Zhao Weiguo was only wearing a rumpled bathrobe, his hair was messy, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the ice-blue sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window that illuminated the city as if it were daytime.

His face had lost its usual composure, replaced only by extreme shock and solemnity.

A rapid knocking sounded, and his assistant, Xiao Wang, practically burst through the door, his face pale, clutching a buzzing phone with social media notifications plastered on the screen.

"Chief! Look outside! The internet... the internet is exploding! It's full of photos and videos of Norton City! We can't contain it!"

Xiao Wang's voice was trembling with tears.

They were clearly quite frightened by this sudden change in the weather.

Zhao Weiguo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He whirled around: "Immediately! Activate the highest level of communication silence contingency plan! Notify all telecom operators to forcibly cut off all external connections to the civilian network in Norton City, leaving only internal dedicated lines open! Quickly!"

"Yes! Director!"

Xiao Wang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately turned around and rushed out to carry out the order.

Only Zhao Weiguo's heavy breathing remained in the office.

He rushed to his desk, grabbed the red encrypted phone, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

He took a deep breath and dialed the number that led directly to the heart of federal power.

"Connect me to Beijing! Top-priority emergency line!"

Zhao Weiguo's voice was firm and resolute, leaving no room for doubt: "Code name: Aurora! Repeat, code name: Aurora! An unidentified, super-large aurora eruption has been observed in Norton City and the entire northern part of the Federation! The source has been traced to the Arctic front! Requesting the highest instructions! Immediately! Right now!"

After a brief silence on the other end of the phone, an extremely calm voice came through: "Received from Beijing. The aurora incident has been confirmed, and an emergency meeting of the Supreme Council has been initiated. Director Zhao, execute the Silence Wall contingency plan, stabilize local order, and await further orders."

"Understood!" Zhao Weiguo put down the phone, his body swayed slightly, and he had to hold onto the edge of the table to steady himself.

He looked out the window again at the seemingly eternally burning icy blue, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He knew they could only temporarily block the information.

But it cannot block out the light that blankets the heavens and the earth, nor can it block out the panic spreading deep in people's hearts.

What exactly happened in the Arctic?
The Gate of Broken Spine, the main battlefield.

When Luo Qinglian's cold, clear voice, accompanied by the surging, icy-blue divine radiance that could reduce herself to nothingness, resounded through the heavens.

The entire battlefield, once a scene of fierce fighting, fell into a deathly silence.

One second it was a scene of carnage and deafening roars, a hellish landscape of carnage.

next second.

Time seemed to have been paused.

All the human warriors who had fought valiantly, whether they had just lost their faith and collapsed to the ground in despair because of Luo Qinglian's confession, or they were fighting to the death with bloodshot eyes, froze in their tracks.

They looked up blankly, their gaze completely taken over by the cold and sacred ice-blue sun that ignited at the top of the sky.

The light was so pure, so vast.

It fell gently yet irresistibly.

It covered the entire icefield battlefield.

Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The light fell upon the ghost of fate.

The army of ghosts was enveloped in that icy blue light.

Whether it's the venomous hounds roaring and charging, the lava giants spewing magma, or the elite third-tier warriors wielding bone blades and clad in heavy bone armor, they are all formidable opponents.

Even the hundred-meter-tall lava giant that had just struggled to its feet from the deep pit, roaring in shock and rage.

All the movements, all the ferocity, all the brutality, froze the moment they came into contact with the blue light.

It's like being gently erased by the most skillful eraser.

Their bodies, starting from the smallest extremities, decompose and dissipate silently.

First came the claws and fangs, then the body covered in scales or bony armor, and finally, the eyes that gleamed with a fierce light.
Like ice and snow melting in the warm sun.

It's like a sand sculpture collapsing with the tide.

No trace was left.

There was no flesh and blood, no bones, no ashes.

Millions of hideous and terrifying demons were wiped cleanly from the icy plain under the gentle illumination of this icy blue divine light, as if they had never existed.

The view suddenly widened.

Ahead, there was only a vast expanse of gray-white frozen earth, ravaged by the aftershocks of battle and stained with human blood, stretching endlessly to the distant horizon illuminated by blue light.

It was as if the enemy had just surged forth like a black, raging tide.

It was just a collective illusion.

A cold wind swept across the empty battlefield, carrying the pungent smell of blood.

The wind blew across the faces of every human warrior who stood frozen in place.

Absolute silence enveloped the icy plains.

Only the icy blue sun high overhead burned silently, releasing its last rays of light and heat.

In the light, Luo Qinglian's exquisite silhouette had already completely vanished, becoming transparent.

I don't know how much time has passed; it may have been just a moment, or it may have been a century.

"Luo Luo Shen"

A barely audible murmur, tinged with tears, rang out from a corner of the battlefield.

The whisper was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

"The Goddess of the Luo River!!!"

A second voice called out hoarsely.

"The Goddess of the Luo River—"

The third, the tenth, the hundredth
The shouts spread like wildfire, quickly becoming a continuous roar.

"The Goddess of the Luo River!!!"

Countless soldiers, tears streaming down their faces, knelt heavily on the ground, facing the slowly dimming and dissipating icy blue sun.

They pounded the cold, frozen earth, howling like wild beasts.

In these cries, there was the pain of a collapsing faith, the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe, and even more so, the endless grief and the belated, most sublime respect for the woman who sacrificed her life to purify this hell.

Those dozen or so fourth-tier generals, hovering in the air, exuding profound auras.

Silently watching the million-strong army kneeling below, their cries shaking the heavens.

Looking at the empty and desolate battlefield that had been purified by the blue light.

There was no joy of victory on his face.

There is only an unyielding heaviness and complexity.

Shi Gandang's weathered face twitched slightly.

He slowly raised his hand and gave a military salute to the dissipating icy blue light.

Zhao Haifeng, Sun Zhenyue, and the others followed silently, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Everyone,"

Shi Gandang's deep, hoarse voice broke the silence among the generals and clearly reached the ears of the other fourth-rank generals.

"Let's begin cleaning up the battlefield. Treating the wounded and uniting our comrades is the path that Luo Shen herself chose."

"The battle is over."

ended.

In a way that no one had anticipated.

The main force of the Arctic Demons, along with that terrifying King Giant, vanished into thin air under the final radiance of the Goddess of the Luo River.

In the Arctic, just as she said, there are no more ghosts left.

But this victory came at a price.

It was so heavy that everyone who knew about it felt like they couldn't breathe.

Orders were issued quickly.

The officers, suppressing their excitement, began shouting orders to organize the troops.

The cries were gradually replaced by suppressed sobs and busy instructions.

In the area where the Dawn Legion was located, the nerves that had been stretched to the limit suddenly relaxed, bringing not cheers, but an exhaustion that almost crushed people.

"The grass is finally over."

Chu Kuanglan plopped heavily onto the cold, hard, frozen earth, soaked with blood and melting snow. The greatsword, stained with the flesh and blood of the demons and which had accompanied him in his battles until now, was carelessly tossed aside at his feet with a clang.

He was breathing heavily, his bulging muscles trembling uncontrollably.

Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his forehead.

He looked like he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood.

Even Wei Banmeng's usually cold face couldn't hide her deep weariness. She leaned against a piece of broken ice rock corroded by acid, slowly slid down, planted her Xuan Chi twin swords in the snow in front of her, and closed her eyes to regulate her breathing.

Lu Jiuyuan, Haozi, Lao Qin, and others.

She was so weak that she barely had the strength to sit up.

He lay sprawled out on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

Lin Kang, leaning on his long sword, stood up with difficulty, looking around as if searching for something.

His gaze suddenly froze as it swept over the frontmost area of ​​the Dawn Army formation.

One figure still stood at the forefront, like a javelin.

It is Ji Wuyai.

His back was to everyone, and his white hair, illuminated by the lingering icy blue light and the flickering firelight of the battlefield, was still stained with congealed dark red blood clots.

The massive saber was deeply embedded in the frozen ground beneath his feet.

The blade was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and chipped edges.

It seemed to have become the only pillar supporting his body.

He stood there, facing the battlefield that had been purified by the goddess Luo and was now completely empty.

The night wind blew against his tattered, blood-stained general's armor.

It emitted a soft, whimpering sound.

An ominous premonition instantly gripped Chu Kuanglan's heart.

He struggled to his feet, dragging his exhausted body, and staggered to stand behind Ji Wuyai.

"General Ji?" Chu Kuanglan's voice was very soft, tinged with a hint of probing. "The battle is over, why don't you rest for a while?"

no respond.

Chu Kuanglan's heart sank.

He walked around to stand in front of Ji Wuyai.

The old general's face, etched with the wrinkles of time, remained calm and serene, his eyes gently closed, as if he had simply fallen into a deep sleep.

His face still bore the trace of exhaustion from the battle that had just ended.

His aura, however, dissipated completely, like a candle flame that had burned out.

Only that hand, gripping the knife hilt tightly, its knuckles white...
He did not die at the hands of a vengeful spirit.

Before the radiance of the Goddess of the Luo River descended, in order to desperately withstand the most ferocious attack of the Fate Demon and protect the Dawn Legion behind her, she had already exhausted her last bit of strength, her life force completely depleted. Chu Kuanglan felt a lump in his throat.

The mood is very complicated.

He took a deep breath of the air, thick with the smell of blood, and forcibly suppressed his surging emotions.

He turned around and waved to a nearby veteran of Dawn who was also exhausted and collapsed on the ground, but whose eyes were still following him.

The veteran struggled to his feet and walked closer.

Chu Kuanglan pointed to Ji Wuyai's still-standing body, his voice low and hoarse: "General Ji is gone. Don't make a fuss. Find a few reliable brothers to slowly carry him to a quieter place in the back. Be gentle."

He paused, then added, "I'll handle it."

The veteran shuddered, and his eyes instantly reddened.

He nodded vigorously, without making a sound, and silently turned to look for someone.

Chu Kuanglan watched the old soldier's departing figure.

He glanced back at Ji Wuyai, who stood like a monument, and sighed heavily.

Only then did he drag his heavy steps back to the Dawn Rest Area.

……

On the ice-rock plateau not far away.

Hua Jing and A Lin still had traces of wet tears on their faces.

The last rays of the icy blue sun cast a pale glow on their faces.

The live streaming equipment continued to work faithfully, capturing the shocking moment when the army of ghosts silently dissolved, as well as the moving scene of a million soldiers calling out to the Goddess of the Luo River in sorrow.

Arlene vigorously wiped her face and faced the camera.

His voice had a heavy nasal tone, yet he made a concerted effort to maintain the professionalism of a journalist.

"Fellow citizens of the Federation, as you have seen, the decisive battle at the Broken Ridge Gate on the Arctic front has ended in a way that none of us could have predicted."

Her voice choked for a moment, and she took a deep breath before continuing, "Goddess Luo, Your Majesty Luo Qinglian, sacrificed your life to completely wipe out the millions of ghostly beings, including that terrifying giant of the royal race."

Hua Jing took over the conversation, her voice relatively calm.

She slowly panned the camera across the empty battlefield below.

A glance swept over the human warriors who were collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades and treating the wounded:

"We witnessed a miracle, and we also witnessed the most tragic sacrifice."

"Her Majesty the Goddess of the Luo River ultimately chose this method to end this catastrophe and to protect the land and people she cared about, regardless of what she had done in the past."

"Tonight, at this moment, on this blood-stained ice plain of the Arctic."

"She is a hero, a hero to everyone! She prevented countless casualties, and she won a crucial respite for the Arctic front and even the entire Federation. Her name, Luo Qinglian, will be forever engraved on the historical monument of this war!"

The camera finally focuses on the spot where the icy blue halo, slowly dissipating and eventually returning to nothingness, once stood.

The live broadcast signal was cut off at this moment.

Arlene and Hua Jing seemed to have all their strength drained away, collapsing onto the cold rocks.

They looked at each other speechlessly, only feeling exhausted from surviving a disaster.

"Clean up the battlefield! Treat the wounded! Quickly!"

Shi Gandang's deep voice rang out over the battlefield.

To reawaken the army that was immersed in grief and exhaustion.

The generals sprang into action, directing their respective units to systematically clear the devastated yet clean battlefield.

Rescue teams carried stretchers among the corpses.

Logistics units began collecting scattered equipment and the nameplates of the fallen.

Chu Kuanglan was carefully placing a Dawn Warrior, whose leg had been pierced by a bone spear and who had lost too much blood, onto a stretcher.

Wei Banmeng was directing a team of soldiers not far away to clean up an area that had been severely corroded by acid.

"Damn, finally I can catch my breath. I just want to sleep for three days and three nights."

Chu Kuanglan wiped his sweat with a blood-stained bandage while muttering to himself.

Suddenly, he and Wei Banmeng stopped moving almost simultaneously.

He suddenly looked up at the other person.

His face instantly drained of all color!
"Wait, where's Aoko?!"

The two said it at the same time.

The light of purification just now was too shocking, and the battle ended too abruptly.

Then came Ji Wuyai's sacrifice and the chaos of the battlefield.
They only just realized it now.

Fang Qingyu never appeared on this battlefield from beginning to end!

A chilling sensation instantly shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

Is it
Boom! ! !

Just as Chu Kuanglan and Wei Banmeng's horrified thoughts had just arisen...

Above a relatively open ice field, several hundred meters away from the main battlefield.

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted.

Two figures were sent flying backward from the source of the loud noise.

One of the dark figures crashed to the ground with terrifying speed.

boom--

Ice chips mixed with frozen soil shot into the sky.

A huge crater, tens of meters in diameter, was formed in an instant.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the dark figure struggled to climb out of the pit; it was none other than Black Duke, his entire body covered in a sticky shadow, looking utterly disheveled.

The shadow around him fluctuated violently and erratically.

They clearly suffered a great loss in the previous exchange.

Meanwhile, another figure hovered steadily dozens of meters above the deep pit.

Starlight swirled, transforming into the strongest armor covering the entire body, with two slightly curved star points piercing the night sky between the foreheads.

It was Fang Qingyu.

His Star Crystal combat suit was torn in several places, and there was a trace of blood still wet at the corner of his mouth.

But those starry eyes remained calm and deep.

He coldly looked down at Black Duke at the bottom of the pit, exuding a sharp killing intent.

"Fang Qingyu!!!" Black Duke's dry, distorted voice roared from the bottom of the pit, filled with shock, anger, and resentment, "How could you hurt me so badly?"

However, his roar abruptly stopped.

Because when he struggled to stand up and looked around.

The face, composed entirely of shadows and devoid of features, trembled violently, as if expressing utter astonishment and disbelief.

Empty! So empty!
The army that was expected to engulf the remnants of humanity like a black, raging tide was now a formidable force.

And what about those dozens of royal family members responsible for keeping the strongest humans occupied?
It's all gone!

Within sight, there was only a devastated ice field and in the distance, a human army that moved slowly like a black tide, cleaning up the battlefield.

The figure representing the Ghost of Fate vanished without a trace.

"No, it's impossible."

Black Duke's shadowy body trembled violently.

He couldn't understand.

He had only dragged Fang Qingyu into his shadow domain for a moment.

What on earth happened outside?!

Fang Qingyu was also slightly taken aback, his starry eyes sweeping over the empty battlefield.

It dawned on me instantly.

It seems that Luo Qinglian kept her word.

After a brief moment of dead silence.

Black Duke's writhing shadow suddenly erupted with a near-mad scream.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

The frantic screams turned into hysterical laughter.

"You think you've won?! Fang Qingyu!!"

Black Duke suddenly plunged his arms, formed from shadows, into the cold earth beneath him!

"You think you've won?!"

"dream!!!"

With his frantic roar.

A blinding, crimson light suddenly erupted from his hands, which were stuck into the ice!
The red light, like a venomous snake with life, spread wildly at an incredible speed along the invisible veins beneath the ice.

It instantly covered the entire battlefield of Broken Spine Gate.

It encompassed all the human soldiers below who were cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded!

Wherever the red light passed, the ice surface cracked and shattered under the strain.

Black Duke's laughter grew even more maniacal: "My race is about to descend. Prepare!"

His laughter stopped abruptly.

The crimson light, which was spreading wildly and was about to spread outwards, stopped abruptly as if it had hit an invisible wall after covering the core area of ​​the battlefield.

It could no longer expand outwards by even an inch.

The red light flickered and twisted violently, yet remained firmly confined to the core of the battlefield.

"W-What happened?!"

Black Duke looked up, his face, devoid of features, contorting and trembling violently.

It conveys extreme bewilderment and horror.

This magic array is his ultimate goal in launching tonight's all-out attack.
Even if the entire army is wiped out right now, it doesn't matter.

because
The people may now descend!

Just then, a slightly mocking voice suddenly rang out beside Black Duke:

"Tsk, what are you busy with?"

Like a startled viper, Black Duke's shadowy form trembled violently, and he instantly turned toward the source of the sound.

Hong Qitian had silently appeared beside him, so close they were almost touching.

The old man was still wearing his faded coarse cloth clothes and carrying his worn-out blue cloth bundle, looking like a country old man watching a commotion.

He reached out his hand, as if patting the neighbor's disobedient big yellow dog.

With a mix of disdain and amusement, he slapped Black Duke's head, which was made of pure shadow and constantly wriggling, twice.

"Save your energy."

Hong Qitian curled his lip, "You think I'm blind with your little tricks? I've already changed the magic array for you."

Black Knight: "."

His writhing shadow froze completely.

All emotions vanished into utter bewilderment at that moment.

Hong Qitian seemed quite pleased with Black Duke's stunned expression and chuckled.

He beckoned to a fourth-tier general who had just flown over from a distance, his aura heavy and imposing: "Hey, you there, yes, you. Come over here and take this thing back. Just leave it alive, don't kill it. This old man still has some questions to ask."

The fourth-rank general solemnly accepted the order: "Yes, Elder Hong!"

He stepped forward, without saying a word, dragging Black Duke along as they transformed into a streak of light.

We sped off toward the Great Wall of the North Pole.

They disappeared into the snow-covered night sky.

The crimson light that enveloped the battlefield lost its source, flickered a few times, and then reluctantly went out completely.

The battlefield after the commotion.

Calmness returned once more, with only the howling of the cold wind and the distant sounds of the army cleaning up the battlefield.

Hong Qitian patted off non-existent dust from his hands.

Only then did he turn around and look at Fang Qingyu, who had been silently watching everything.

Starlight flowed slowly around Fang Qingyu, healing the wounds left by his fierce battle with Black Duke, and the star on his forehead also softened its sharpness.

He slowly descended, landing on the ice not far from Hong Qitian.

"That Black Duke thing must be tough to deal with, right?"

Hong Qitian looked at the bloodstains still wet at the corner of Fang Qingyu's mouth and smacked his lips.

"Although they are not of royal blood, they are even more difficult to deal with than those of royal blood."

Fang Qingyu nodded slightly.

indeed.

The Black Duke is the nemesis of this race.

It was much, much more difficult than he had imagined.

Even darkness is his domain.

"Alright, go back and get some rest. The busiest time is coming up."

Hong Qitian didn't say more here.

He simply waved his hand to shoo them away.

Fang Qingyu nodded in agreement, glanced at the busy Dawn Legion in the distance, and after confirming that Wei Banmeng and the others were unharmed, he turned to leave.

"and many more."

Hong Qitian's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of subtle complexity.

Fang Qingyu stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him.

Hong Qitian's cloudy old eyes stared directly into Fang Qingyu's eyes, which held the promise of a galaxy.

The playful look on his face faded, and his voice became very low, tinged with a tentative tone:

"If I told you, she's not dead, could you accept that?"

A cold wind whipped up tiny ice crystals and blew between the two of them.

Fang Qingyu remained silent.

Deep within the starry eyes, the Milky Way slowly flows, reflecting this icy plain that has been repeatedly stained by blood and fire, and then purified by divine light.

It also reflected Hong Qitian's weathered face.

But at this moment, his face held a hint of nervous anticipation.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Finally, Fang Qingyu's voice rang out, as calm as a frozen lake, without a ripple:

"She is dead with me."

Hong Qitian looked into Fang Qingyu's eyes, which held no anger, no resentment, and no wavering, only a deep, unfathomable calm.

He got it.

The old man's facial muscles relaxed, as if he had unloaded an invisible burden.

A tired yet relieved smile appeared on his face, and he nodded gently.

"Okay. That's enough."

He put his hands behind his back, reverting to his lazy, country-man-like demeanor, and waved to Fang Qingyu: "Go on, go on, hurry back and rest. There's still a lot to do later."

Fang Qingyu said no more, turned around, and walked away under the starlight.

They headed towards the direction where the Dawn Legion was resting.

The silhouette stretched long under the cool starlight and aurora.

Just as he had walked a dozen steps, Hong Qitian seemed to suddenly remember something, slapped his forehead, and shouted at Fang Qingyu's retreating figure:

"Hey! Kid! I need to ask you something! Can I borrow your image rights for a bit?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

Without turning his head, he simply turned his back to Hong Qitian, waved his hand forcefully, and his voice drifted back on the cold wind:
"Do whatever you want! Just don't put me in the film!"

(End of this chapter)