Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

"That nickname does have a rather menacing feel to it," Fan Zui remarked.

"Your Highness is too kind."

Fan Zui glanced at the Black Widow, who stood silently to the side, gripping the scythe of death, and smiled slightly, saying:

"long time no see!"

Black Widow glanced at him, but didn't say anything, not even a cold snort.

Fan Zui didn't take it to heart, but his gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at the sickle in her hand.

The murderous aura grew even stronger!

The Death Scythe, a high-grade spiritual treasure, exudes murderous intent.

The blade was as dark and hazy as night, cold and sharp, exuding a terrifying killing intent.

The blade was incomparably sharp, its cold light flashing like the gaze of a demon god, enough to take the lives of all living beings.

With a single swing, a biting wind howled, blood splattered, and the enemy's lifeline was severed.

The Death Scythe is the unified weapon of the Annihilation Army. It is terrifying and mysterious, carrying an aura of annihilation that sends chills down one's spine.

"Where is my godfather now?"

Fan Zui cut to the chase and asked the question.

He had so much to say and wanted to ask in person.

There are too many mysteries, and I want to find out the reason.

He believed that meeting his godfather would reveal most of the mystery.

"Your Highness, please come with me and settle in. The Marquis has ordered that the secret realm is about to open, and we need to make full preparations."

"You should have time to see me, right?"

Black Widow glanced at him and finally spoke:

"The Marquis has gone out on an inspection tour and will not be returning for the time being."

Fan Zui: "..."

Why did he feel like the old man was avoiding him?

Is he genuinely busy with official duties, or is this intentional?

Hard to say!

"Is Fan Bingyan here?"

“Not here either,” Black Widow said coldly.

Fan Zui looked at her, feeling somewhat annoyed.

So, I reached out and pinched her face, squeezing it out of shape.

Black Widow did not resist, but glared at him angrily.

Not a word.

That look made Fan Zui momentarily dazed.

Is there some story between us?

Fan Zui frowned slightly and asked.

For a fleeting moment, he caught a glimpse of surprise in Black Widow's eyes, which vanished in an instant before returning to normal.

Seeing this, Fan Zui understood.

However, he couldn't understand what grudge could possibly exist between him and Black Widow.

Why did her godfather repeatedly arrange for her to protect him?

What is the purpose?

This is yet another mystery!

I thought that coming to Yanzhou would allow me to see my godfather and Fan Bingyan, but now, neither of them is here.

They went to inspect the border defenses and secure the secret realm.

When will the secret realm open?

Gui Jianchou replied, "Tomorrow at noon."

Well, it seems we won't see anyone before entering the secret realm.

It seems we'll need to enter a secret realm to see Fan Bingyan.

Arrange accommodations.

Everyone rested early to maintain peak condition.

Tomorrow we enter the secret realm; no one knows what will happen or what we will encounter.

On the rooftop, Fan Zui held a roast chicken and a pot of wine.

His gaze turned toward the direction of the City of Daughters.

Returning here again brings back a flood of memories.

Many mysteries remain unsolved to this day.

"Son."

The orange's voice came from below.

Looking over, I saw that she was holding pastries in her hands.

"Young master, I can't get up here."

Although she is immune to all attacks, possessing a bug-like constitution, she has absolutely no cultivation.

Even getting onto the roof would be difficult.

With a wave of his hand, Fan Zui retrieved the object from a distance and pulled it onto the roof.

"Young master, this is your favorite pastry, please have a taste."

Orange sat down to the side.

Fan Zui picked up a piece, tasted it, nodded in satisfaction, and said:

"good to eat."

"As long as you like it, sir."

As dusk fell, the clouds on the horizon glowed like fire, a breathtaking sight.

The rosy clouds reflected on the western mountains, gradually fading the intensity of the daytime.

The distant mountains disappeared into the twilight, while the houses twinkled like stars.

As night falls, the streets and alleys are filled with the fragrance of dusk, and a gentle breeze brings a touch of coolness.

Fireworks gradually lit up the street, casting dappled shadows of people.

"Young master, you want to see the Marquis because you have something to ask him, right?"

"Correct."

"And... what about Miss Bingyan?"

Fan Zui stroked her hair and said:

"Of course I'm curious."

Orange hummed in agreement, rubbed against his palm, and said:

"Actually, I'm curious too."

She paused for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Young master, we will be entering the secret realm tomorrow."

Fan Zui noticed that there seemed to be something slightly off about her tone.

"Ju Zi, what's wrong?"

Ju Zi and he locked eyes for a long while before Ju Zi whispered:

"I suddenly had a strange feeling. It seemed that there was a voice calling to me in the secret realm, and I felt a little flustered."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zui frowned slightly.

If someone else had said this, they might have just said it casually.

But oranges are different.

I must take her words seriously.

"Tell me carefully."

"It's strange, I just feel like something is calling to me, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Close your eyes, listen carefully, and feel."