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Qi Ye glanced at Uncle Yang's side and noticed that Uncle Yang was staying quite close to Fu Xuan.

So, quite sensibly, he carried Kagami Ryu and moved several steps to the side.

He squatted down next to a pillar in the Tabuan corridor.

He placed the little master on his lap and took out a piece of candy from his pocket to cheer her up.

Jingliu took the candy, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out like a squirrel's, while also tilting his head back to lecture him:

"Disciple, you should have been able to dodge the pink-haired girl's attack just now."

I taught you how to dodge swords, and that punch wasn't even that fast, so why did you just stand there and let her hit you?

Qi Ye sighed helplessly, thinking that it wasn't impossible to dodge that punch.

Fu Xuan had been holding back his resentment for over two hundred years, and all that anger was channeled into that punch. If he dodged, there would be something even more ruthless coming.

However, he didn't dare say this to Jingliu, so he could only smile and poke Jingliu's chubby cheeks with his finger, coaxing him as he did so:

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely avoid it next time. I've remembered everything Master taught me; it was just a momentary lapse in attention."

At this moment, March 7th walked up to him, cracking open the last few sunflower seeds, and gave him a disdainful look from head to toe:

"How many people do you actually know in Luofu?"

Just now, the diviner didn't seem to have a normal friendship with you.

"Have you incurred debt somewhere again?"

Before Qiye could answer.

Jingliu stood up from his lap and put his hands on his hips.

Looking up at March 7th, she earnestly retorted in a childish voice:

"My disciple has no debts, and he is very well-behaved. You are not allowed to bully him."

March 7th looked down at the little girl who was barely taller than her waist.

He glanced again at Qiye's face, which was filled with relief, and his lips twitched several times:

"He's well-behaved? Who turned into a dumping ground in Belleburg?"

Who's arguing with a dog on the space station? Who's publicly declaring themselves a lolicon in the street in Luofu?

Jingliu tilted his head and carefully considered all three questions.

Then he turned around, looked up at Qi Ye, and said with an expression that said, "I believe in you, Master":

"My disciple, is what she said true?"

"Most of it is true, but the time I argued with the dog, Peipei started it, so it wasn't me who caused the trouble."

Qiye raised his hands, his attitude very sincere.

Jingliu nodded, then turned back to face March 7th:

"Did you hear that? The dog started it; I didn't cause any trouble."

On March 7th, she opened her mouth, only to find herself speechless after being silenced by a seven-year-old girl.

She turned to look at Xing, hoping that the former emperor would stand up and say something fair.

But Xing was still whispering to Kafka in the corner, completely unaware of what was happening here.

She had no choice but to stuff the sunflower seed shells into her pocket, giving up and saying, "Fine, you can't change anyway."

Then continue waiting for Xing to finish asking the question.

At this moment, Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan walked back side by side from a distant corner.

The two had clearly exchanged a lot of information during their private conversation, and now they had both returned to their proper postures.

Fu Xuan turned around and scanned the crowd with his eyes.

Seeing that Qiye was squatting on the ground teasing the white-haired little girl, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

She took a step and walked towards him.

Jingliu was yawning while lying on Qiye's lap when he caught a glimpse of Fu Xuan approaching and instantly sprang up.

She took two short strides and rushed to Qiye.

He spread his arms to block him, looked up at Fu Xuan, and his eyes were full of wariness and hostility:

"Stop! What do you think you're doing? Don't even think about hurting my disciple again!"

"We haven't settled the score for the punch you just landed on him. If you dare touch him again, I'll slash you with my sword!"

Fu Xuan looked down at the little girl in front of her, who was less than her waist tall.

Looking at her flustered state, I suddenly felt a little helpless.

She did punch Sukiya; she just couldn't control herself.

But as the Grand Diviner, she couldn't very well argue with a seven or eight-year-old girl, saying, "What business is it of yours if I hit my older brother?"

"I just want to say a few words to him. I'm not here to fight."

Jingliu clearly didn't believe it and continued to spread his arms to block Qiye's way.

Fu Xuan took a deep breath, shifted his gaze from Jing Liu, turned to Qi Ye, and calmly spoke:

"Aren't you going to explain anything?"

Qiye looked down at Jingliu's frizzy back of the head.

She looked up again at Fu Xuan's face, which was cold yet held a hint of suppressed expectation.

He knew there was no way to avoid it, so he patted Jingliu on the shoulder and whispered, "Master is alright, I'll talk to her for a bit."

Then he stood up, took two steps forward, and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Um, we swapped bodies by accident before, it really wasn't intentional, I couldn't control it."

Don't worry, I didn't cause any trouble.

"Didn't something go wrong?"

Looking at Qi Ye's guilty face, Fu Xuan suddenly lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

"Using my identity, I went to the General's Mansion to sell the Light Cone, turning Jing Yuan into a beautiful white-haired girl."

I took dozens of selfies in various poses with my phone.

Especially what exactly did you do to Qingque? You call this not making a mistake?

"Okay, there was a little mishap."

But it's not a big problem! The outcome was good; after Jingyuan transformed into a beautiful girl, her demonic body was suppressed.

She now feels refreshed and can even go out shopping and eat barbecue skewers.

I took great care in taking photos of you on your phone; every single one is a masterpiece, and I absolutely did not try to make you look bad.

Fu Xuan looked at him, his chest heaving slightly, clearly dissatisfied with his evasive explanation.

Those pranks were just a minor incident for her, nothing serious.

That was never what she really wanted to ask.

She took a deep breath, preparing to voice the question that had been weighing on her mind.

Why didn't you come back to find me back then?

Just then, a muffled loud noise suddenly came from afar, as if something had exploded in the distance.

The entire Tabuan was shaking violently.

Everyone turned to look at the source of that energy.

On the distant horizon, in the direction of Jianmu, the giant tree that had been silent for countless years suddenly awoke.

Countless branches grew wildly in the void.

"The Jianmu tree has revived!"

Qingque turned pale with fright.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red sword blade descended from the sky.

It crashed heavily into the center of the Qiongguan Formation, sending stones flying and dust billowing everywhere.

When the dust settled, Kafka had broken free of her restraints.

A tall man stood beside her.

His long hair was loose, and the sword's edge pointed diagonally at the ground.

Xing peeked out from the corner, looked at Kafka and the menacing blade beside her, and scratched his head:

"Mom, are you trying to escape from prison again?"

Kafka dusted off the hem of her clothes, and Asahi turned her head to look at her, jokingly saying:

"What's wrong, Xingbao? Do you want me to go to jail?"

Xing tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head.

She figured Kafka probably wouldn't last long in prison, and the information she'd just gathered had indeed been a huge help to Luo Fu.

Fu Xuan reacted faster than anyone else.

She turned around the instant the tremor occurred, standing like a barrier in front of Qi Ye.

Her gaze cut through the smoke and dust, locking onto the blade, and she immediately became alert:

"Star Core Hunters, Blade. What are you planning to do?"

"By taking action at Taibusi, are you trying to make an enemy of the entire Luofu?"

Jing Yuan stood in the shadows not far away, looking at Ren's familiar face, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Another familiar face; today, I've gathered more old friends than during the Lunar New Year.

She sighed, thinking that it was fortunate that her master wasn't here, otherwise the situation would have been even more out of control.

She glanced at the little streamer by the night's edge in the distance.

The master's daughter, the master's swordsmanship, the master's protective nature.

Aside from their personalities being unlike their master's, they are practically identical.