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Kafka walked to the side of the blade and said gently:

"Alright, Ah Ren."

We've done what we needed to do, it's time to go.

The Qiong Guan Formation has verified the intelligence we brought, and the train crew has also received the information they were supposed to receive.

If they stay any longer, the Cloud Cavalry will completely surround the Grand Preceptor's Office.

If you want to catch up with old friends from Luofu here, I won't stop you, but it would be better to find a different place to do so.

After all, you're still a wanted criminal. While the prison food in Luofu is decent, I don't really want to bring you any.

Ren's eyes remained fixed on Jing Liu in Jing Yuan's arms.

He glanced again at the array blade in Jing Yuan's hand, which exuded a familiar aura.

He seemed to want to say something more.

I want to know the origin of that knife, the little girl's swordsmanship, and the stories buried by time.

But Kafka's hand was already on his shoulder.

Just then, a series of footsteps and the clanging of armor came from outside the gates of the Tabuan.

The standard shouts of the Cloud Cavalry grew louder as they approached, clearly indicating that the entire Taibusi had been surrounded.

Kafka shook her head.

Blade closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, turned around, and followed Kafka toward the edge of the platform.

The two stood side by side. Kaffa glanced back at Hoshino and waved.

Then, together with Ren, they leaped off and disappeared from the high platform.

Only the fading sound of the wind and the commands of the Cloud Cavalry as they surged into the gates of the Imperial Apothecary remained on the high platform.

Jing Yuan stood at the edge of the platform, watching the two figures disappear into the night sky, and remained silent for a long time.

The array blade in her hand had already been quietly withdrawn into the void.

There was so much in that silence that she hadn't had time to process.

A sigh suddenly came from my arms.

She looked down and saw that Jingliu was looking up at her.

Jing Liu reached out her small hand and patted Jing Yuan's hand that was holding the array blade, and solemnly said:

"I never expected that Jingyuan would actually give you the Stone Fire Dream Body."

This knife was with him his whole life; he never parted with it.

It seems he loves you very much.

Jing Yuan paused for a moment, then looked down at the white-haired little girl in her arms who was patting the back of her hand with her tiny hand.

For a brief moment, she almost thought it was her master speaking to her.

She opened her mouth, almost blurting out "Master".

But in the end, he swallowed the word back, simply patted Jingliu on the back, and said gently:

"Perhaps."

But Xiao Liuliu is really amazing. That sword strike just now was stronger than any genius I've ever seen.

Your mother will be so proud of you.

Jingliu looked up at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

She seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it back, instead leaning back on Jingyuan's shoulder and muttering something:

"You're amazing too, Jingyuan will be proud of you."

Not far away, Qingque huddled behind the Qiongguan Formation, only half of her head showing, barely daring to breathe.

The Star Core Hunter escaped from prison, and Commander Yuan Jing pulled out General Jing Yuan's exclusive weapon.

And I just heard something about General Jingyuan loving Yuanjing?

She was just an ordinary diviner from the Taibusi (a high-ranking official position).

Her biggest ambition is to relax and play cards every day, so why did she have to stumble upon so many deadly secrets?

Who exactly is Commander Yuan Jing?

It can obtain General Jingyuan's exclusive array sword and block a full-force attack from a Star Core Hunter.

It's something that can make the Grand Diviner publicly reprimand you one second and then pull you aside for a private talk the next.

And that previous sentence too.

When these clues were pieced together, an outrageous yet plausible guess popped into her head:

Could it be that Commander Yuan Jing is General Jing Yuan's illegitimate daughter?

Just as Qingque was huddled behind Qiong Guanzhen, lost in thought.

The tangled web of reasoning in my mind about whether Commander Yuan Jing was actually General Jing Yuan's illegitimate daughter was still not clear.

Suddenly, I heard a reprimand from the side.

"Why are you rushing around! You're so small, what if you collapse?"

Fu Xuan had already walked up to Qi Ye without anyone noticing, and grabbed his hand with one hand.

A rare and obvious anger appeared on that dignified face.

"I told you to hide behind me, why did you rush in? Don't you know who that person is?"

If that sword really comes down, can you block it?

"What if you die again? What if you're gone again? What will happen then?!"

Qi Ye was being pulled by her sleeve, looking at the face in front of her that was clearly that of the Grand Diviner, yet she was puffing up like an ordinary girl.

He gave an awkward laugh, his voice unconsciously softening slightly:

"Well, my master is in danger, we can't just stand by and watch."

That's my master; I've been his disciple.

"You know you can't just stand by and watch! Then do you know that I can't just stand by and watch you either...?"

Fu Xuan suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

She wanted to say, "I can't just watch you die," she wanted to say, "I've waited for you for over two hundred years. What will I do if you die again?" she wanted to say, "Do you know that every time I stand under the ginkgo tree, I think of you?"

But she didn't say any of these words out loud.

She simply gripped his hand tighter, turned her head away, and spoke in a muffled voice, tinged with grievance.

"I finally found you, what if you disappear again in a moment?"

"You really are a handful."

Qi Ye looked at her profile, which was clearly that of a diviner, yet she was acting all sullen.

Suddenly, I felt a prick in my heart.

He didn't joke around like he usually does.

Instead, he raised his other hand and patted the hand that Fu Xuan was holding, appearing unusually serious.

"I'm sorry, I won't rinse it next time."

Next time I'll definitely hide behind you and let you shield me.

"...I won't help you block it."

Next time, I'll lock you up and forbid you from going anywhere.

"Fine, fine, turn it off, turn it off."

Jingyuan stood not far away, holding Jingliu, watching this scene, and couldn't help but smile.

Jingliu leaned on her shoulder, also looking at his disciple and the pink-haired diviner. He tilted his head and whispered something.

"My disciple has grown up."