Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The blood talisman between Su Chang'an's eyebrows burned out, and the last wisp of his divine soul disappeared into the air.

That feeling was awful.

It felt like being stuffed into an ill-fitting box, with a feeling of being squeezed all around.

It has no real feeling of hands and feet, it's light and airy, and a gust of wind can make it run two miles.

Su Chang'an wanted to look down at his current state, but his neck was stiff and he couldn't turn it at all.

Vision was also blurry, as if looking through a layer of frosted glass.

"Is there something wrong with how this Great Dream Technique was performed?"

Su Chang'an cursed inwardly.

But she didn't have time to dwell on that.

Because I could hear the whistling wind in my ears.

It's urgent, and it's cold.

The vision gradually became clear.

What came into view was a pitch-black sea of ​​clouds.

The clouds were very low, almost touching my scalp.

A massive black warship was cutting through the clouds and waves, speeding through the fierce winds.

The warship was entirely black, with ferocious beast heads carved on it. Huge lanterns hung on both sides of the ship, their dim light swaying precariously in the wind.

The sails fluttered in the wind, and a huge character "Chen" was embroidered on them.

Zhongzhou, the Chen family.

Su Chang'an steadied himself and floated in mid-air.

She tried to move around and found that although her "body" was light, it could fly quite fast.

The warships had wide decks, large enough to accommodate thousands of people.

But at this moment, the deck was empty.

There was only one person sitting near the bow of the boat.

Su Chang'an's heart skipped a beat.

That's Chen Xuan.

Instead of wearing the iconic white robe of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect, he changed into a tight-fitting black outfit.

The clothes were a bit too big, making him look exceptionally thin.

Her hair was untied, hanging messily down her back, flying wildly in the wind.

He sat cross-legged on the deck, his back against the cold ship's railing.

He held the broken sword in his hand.

The sword was broken, leaving only half of it, covered with nicks and dried blood.

That was Su Chang'an's blood, and also Chen Xuan's blood.

Chen Xuan lowered his head, holding a white cloth in his hand, wiping the sword blade again and again.

The movements were slow and mechanical.

Wipe it once, then stop.

Then wipe it again.

There wasn't much dust, but he wiped it very carefully, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Su Chang'an floated over.

Only when she got closer could she see Chen Xuan's current appearance clearly.

Thin.

His cheeks were sunken, and his cheekbones protruded sharply.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of arrogance and coldness, were now like a stagnant pool.

There is no light.

No focal length.

It didn't even blink.

He stared intently at the broken sword in his hand, his eyes filled with a chilling stillness.

Su Chang'an was very familiar with that kind of deathly silence.

That was a madness born of disappointment with the world, a desire to drag everyone down with them.

Su Chang'an felt a little short of breath.

Although she may not be able to breathe now.

"Silly boy."

She sighed inwardly.

This is the price she paid for defeating the will of Heaven.

She survived, but the boy died.

Heart died.

Su Chang'an recalled how, back in the Northern Region, this kid had brandished his sword as if he wanted to stab a hole in the sky in order to avenge her.

How spirited and high-spirited they were!

And look at this guy sitting in the corner now, reeking of mold and death.

It's just like two people.

Su Chang'an floated to Chen Xuan's side and stopped in mid-air.

She wanted to reach out and touch his head, to tell him to stop rubbing, that he'd almost worn the sword shod.

But I can't lift my hand.

This temporary "container" is really too unruly.

Su Chang'an tried to adjust his posture.

Although the body is out of control, the spirit cannot be lost.

She is Su Chang'an.

He's this kid's father.

No matter when, as long as she appears, this kid has to behave.

Su Chang'an took a deep breath—though he didn't inhale much air.

She gathered her emotions.

He displayed the same authority he had shown back in the cave when he hung Chen Xuan up and beat him while teaching him the principles of being a good person.

"The traitor!"

Su Chang'an called out.

Her voice drifted in the wind, sounding somewhat like her usual tone, more like she was being coquettish.

"Stop cleaning that broken sword."

"Your father has come to see you."

Su Chang'an felt that his opening remarks were perfect.

It contains the joy of a long-awaited reunion, the love of elders, and a touch of the unique humor of the Su family.

According to the script, this kid should suddenly look up.

Then he looked at her in disbelief.

Then, with tears and snot streaming down his face, he rushed over, hugged her leg, and cried "Daddy!"

Finally, she reluctantly offered him a few words of comfort, hoping to earn some redemption points in the process.

perfect.

Su Chang'an assumed a pose in mid-air, waiting for Chen Xuan's reaction.

The wind is still blowing.

The warship was still rocking.

Chen Xuan stopped wiping his sword.

He slowly raised his head.

His movements were stiff, as if they were rusty.

Those lifeless eyes slowly regained focus.

Their gaze pierced through the dim light and landed on Su Chang'an.

Su Chang'an looked at him expectantly.

He even showed a kind smile.

however.

next second.

Su Chang'an was stunned.

There was no surprise in Chen Xuan's eyes.

There was only overwhelming violence.

And a deep-seated loathing.

That look was as if he were looking at a pile of dog poop stuck to the sole of a shoe, or a fly buzzing around on the dining table.

Dirty.

Nausea.

Even looking at it for a second feels like an eyesore.

Chen Xuan stared at Su Chang'an, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

It's not a laugh.

It's cold.

"roll."

There is only one word.

Su Chang'an was stunned.

This script is wrong.

I'm your father!

It's your beloved father who, in order to save me, didn't hesitate to swallow blood crystals, turning himself into something neither human nor ghost!

What kind of look is that?

Is your rebellious phase starting?

Su Chang'an didn't believe in superstition.

She figured the boy must be too heartbroken and not thinking clearly, which was why he didn't recognize her.

Or perhaps the Great Dream Technique isn't working well, and the images are somewhat distorted.

"Look carefully."

Su Chang'an leaned forward, trying to make his face clearer under the light.

"I am Su Chang'an."

"I left you the cloak; it's still tucked in your arms."

Su Chang'an felt he had made himself clear enough.

Even a personal token like a cloak has been brought out; surely this kid will believe it now.

however.

Chen Xuan's gaze grew even colder.

He slowly stood up.

The broken sword in his hand hung at his side, its tip pointing at the deck.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from him.

That wasn't murderous intent directed at the enemy.

That was a brutal desire to destroy the person in front of them.

"Su Chang'an?"

Chen Xuan repeated the name.

The tone was gentle, yet it sent chills down your spine.

He stared at Su Chang'an, who was floating in mid-air, a red light flashing in his eyes.

"You dare call yourself that?"

Su Chang'an: ? ? ?

What do you mean I'm not worthy?

I'm not worthy of being called a virgin, so why shouldn't I be?

Before Su Chang'an could react...

Chen Xuan made a move.

No nonsense.

Without any hesitation.

He suddenly stood up and rushed towards Su Chang'an like a ghost, carrying a chilling murderous aura.

Su Chang'an was startled.

broken!

This unfilial son is serious!