When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Bai Xiaotu was so frightened that he dared not move when the back of his neck was pulled hard, and a force lifted him up.

Chu Xianlan was also pulled back in a daze, instantly becoming several steps away from Bai Xiaotu, completely standing in Yi Chen's shadow.

"Why are you running around like that?" a slightly impatient scolding voice rang out. "You disappeared the moment I turned around. The streets are so chaotic, pushing and shoving, aren't you afraid of getting trampled to death?"

Bai Xiaotu exclaimed "Ah!" and quickly turned around, "Zong Lan, put me down!"

Chu Xianlan stood beside Yi Chen, slightly taken aback. Zong Lan... the young master of the Mountain Lynx Clan, Zong Lan?

For some reason, mentioning the young master of the mountain lynx clan made him think of He Jingxuan, and thinking of He Jingxuan made him think of the earth spirit root, and thinking of the earth spirit root made him think of that evenly matched ball-throwing battle in the secret realm...

So dirty.

Previously, when the red mist of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm erupted, Zong Lan became enraged and went mad, attacking them indiscriminately, friend or foe.

Now it seems he has returned to normal?

Bai Xiaotu struggled for a while and finally landed on the ground. Zong Lan gradually realized who the two people opposite her were, and felt a lump in her throat.

"It's you guys." Zong Lan flicked her long tail and said nonchalantly.

Chu Xianlan asked directly, "Zong Lan, you've recovered?"

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Zong Lan's face paled slightly, as if she didn't want to bring up the matter.

The demons who were corrupted by the malevolent aura of the red mist in the secret realm were all forcibly suppressed and brought back to Beiming. For them, it was a past they could not bear to recall.

Bai Xiaotu looked left and right, sensing that the atmosphere was strange, and whispered, "This isn't the place to talk. Brother Chu, are you hungry? Why don't we find a place to sit down?"

Zong Lan glared fiercely at Bai Xiaotu, "Why are you making such a fuss?"

He's fierce. Bai Xiaotu didn't dare to speak.

Seeing him huddled up in a ball, looking like he was about to wet himself in fear, Zong Lan irritably yelled "Ah!" and snapped, "Get out of here!"

For the rest of the journey, Bai Xiaotu stayed close to Chu Xianlan, chattering away.

They originally thought that the young master of the mountain lynx would not be able to stand following them, but unexpectedly, Zong Lan really did walk behind with a sour face.

Was this guy ever this well-behaved before?

Bai Xiaotu looked at the colorful flowers in Chu Xianlan's hand and said enviously, "You actually received so many flowers! Brother Chu is still so popular!"

"What is the significance of these flowers?" Chu Xianlan had wanted to ask this for a long time.

"These days happen to be the Flower Flame Festival in our Beiming, which also coincides with the beginning of spring and the season for procreation. So, the demon race will seek mates during the Flower Flame Festival. If you see someone you like on the street, you can give them a spirit flower as a gesture of goodwill," Bai Xiaotu said with a smile. "The more flowers you receive, the more charming you are."

Seeking a mate!? Seeking a partner!? Procreation!?

"I...I'm not a demon, so I won't participate in this festival...You can have it all!"

Chu Xianlan's pupils dilated in shock, and she hurriedly stuffed all the spirit flowers she had received into Bai Xiaotu's arms.

If that's the case, shouldn't Master's charm be even greater? Just standing there, he would undoubtedly be an extremely eye-catching presence on the entire street. Why didn't Master receive any flowers?

Of course, it's because they don't dare.

In this world, perhaps only Chu Xianlan felt that Yi Chen was easy to get along with. Others would feel awe and fear at the mere sight of him, so how could they dare to send flowers to him casually?

Suddenly, another black orchid landed on Chu Xianlan's shoulder. The demon who delivered the flower had a graceful figure. She was poised and generous, and without any shyness, she covered her mouth and smiled at the young man, giving him a flirtatious look.

Just then, slender fingers picked up the black orchid.

Yi Chen handed the flowers back to the demon woman, his voice calm: "He has someone else in his heart."

The demon woman looked up in surprise, stared at Yi Chen's expressionless face for a while, took the flowers, and turned to leave.

Bai Xiaotu was equally surprised.

"Uh, if you don't want to receive flowers, just wear a spirit flower on your waist like I do." He silently pointed to his belt, which had a small yellow flower on it.

Chu Xianlan really wanted to cover her face, thinking, "Why didn't you say this sooner!"

He dared not look at his master's face, and found a flower stall with lightning speed. He couldn't help but steal glances at Yi Chen's expression while buying flowers... It was very calm.

Calm...right?

This is such a small matter that Master wouldn't even take it to heart.

Bai Xiaotu led the group through the bustling streets, and a cool, refreshing river breeze blew in their faces, while melodious zither music drifted into their ears on the wind.

Looking out, the river surface is dotted with light, shrouded in white mist, with water vapor flowing slowly, like gauze or fog, ethereal and otherworldly.

In the center of the water was a tall building with upturned eaves.

Zong Lan raised an eyebrow and said, "Lefeng Tower? Can't we just find any place? Why be so formal?"

The implication was that they felt it was unnecessary.

"Isn't it good?" Bai Xiaotu anxiously fiddled with his sleeves. He didn't have many friends and didn't often entertain people. After Zong Lan said that, he also felt insecure.

"I think it's fine," Chu Xianlan said, touching his ear to comfort him.

Bai Xiaotu breathed a sigh of relief.

Two small boats, carrying lights and fallen petals, stopped in front of the group. Bai Xiaotu and Zong Lan boarded one of the boats, while Chu Xianlan and Yi Chen boarded the other.

The small boat, propelled by spiritual energy, swayed and wobbled towards the tall building. Choosing to travel by boat was probably a refined taste of the demon race, allowing them to enjoy the moon and river scenery along the way and experience the cool night breeze.

As soon as she entered, Chu Xianlan lifted the thin gauze curtain hanging on the window and looked outside.

"Master, look, there are several small boats over there."

He had barely glanced at him when a hand reached out from behind, grabbed his wrist, and before Chu Xianlan could react, he was pulled into a familiar embrace.

Yi Chen lowered his eyes and took a light sniff between his fingertips and wrist.

The taste of rabbit.