I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Heh, such a trivial skill, I stopped playing with it after I turned three. Is this the ability of an immortal who has mastered the art of 'forging'? I thought such a powerful immortal would have great power, but now it seems that he is nothing special."

Looking at the pitying expression on Bai Zhou's face, the immortal bit his finger in distress.

Damn it! He tricked me!

"Hmph, since you know who I am, you still dare to attack me. Aren't you afraid I'll use my connections to retaliate against you?"

"I hold grudges very well!"

The immortal jumped down from the stone platform and walked towards the daylight with his hands behind his back.

"He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's gift is obligated to do his bidding. Even immortals must abide by worldly rules."

As the immortals drew nearer, Bai Zhou remained unmoved, not even swaying.

"Hehe, what an interesting young man."

When he was about three inches away from him, almost touching him, the immortal raised his finger and pressed it against his collar, his nose twitching slightly as if he were sniffing something.

The young man smelled very clean, like the wind on a hillside.

But that's not what the immortals care about.

She sensed a familiar aura emanating from him, and considering his dragon race, the immortal made some guesses about his identity.

But there was still one thing she didn't understand.

Why does this young man have an aura of eleven?

The Eleventh Prince, who always adhered to the personal principles of being aloof, arrogant, and detached from ordinary people, actually ended up having a connection with a little kid.

Hmm, I'm getting more and more interested!

It seems that something quite interesting happened during the years she was asleep.

"Hmm, young man, would you mind telling me about the origin of this pen you have?"

When they parted, the immortal was holding that slender blue brush in his hand.

"..."

Bai Zhou sighed and lowered his hand from his waist.

Was she moving too fast, or is there some special connection between the immortals?

"The story is a bit long, if you don't mind wasting your time."

"Okay."

Without hesitation, the immortal sat cross-legged and, while twirling his pen, looked at Bai Zhou with a smile.

"Tell me quickly, I love hearing long and interesting stories."

"..."

Even after the story was told during the day, the torrential rain outside the temple had not stopped.

"Pfft—Hahahaha!"

After hearing the story, the immortal was already holding his stomach and leaning back, laughing uncontrollably.

"That National Day...that National Day...hahahahaha! I've managed to fool you all this time just because of a pen and a few words."

"You brat, you are a true dragon, yet you gave up the throne for her."

"You young man are truly a devoted lover!"

The immortal finished laughing, rolled up his sleeves to wipe away the tears of laughter, and then looked at Bai Zhou with a serious expression.

"I admire you, young man. Come work for me!"

"...The story is finished, could you please return the pen to me?"

Bai Zhou ignored her teasing and simply reached out to grab a pen.

Here, take it.

Returning the pen to the daylight, the immortal tucked it into his chest, a smile in his eyes.

"Hey, young man, from what you just said, you've come here to find Eleven's whereabouts?"

"Finding Mr. is one of the things."

During the day, Bai Zhou held the pen in his hand to check its condition, and only after confirming that it was still intact did he raise his head and look at the immortal.

"The gentleman's whereabouts are elusive and he may be anywhere in the Great Yan at this moment, so my best option is to travel around the Great Yan while searching for his whereabouts."

It can both get things done and find people, achieving the best of both worlds.

"Yeah...that's true. It's always a hassle to find her for every gathering."

The immortal nodded with deep feeling, then suddenly clapped his hands, drawing Bai Zhou's attention.

"It's decided! I'll stay with you for now!"

"Hmm? Why?"

"Naturally, it's for my sister's future happiness."

"Although you have a bad temper, you are still my sister's sweetheart. If another girl were to steal you away, wouldn't that break her heart?"

"So, as her older sister, is there a problem with me looking after you on her behalf?"

The immortal stared at him and, quite naturally, explained his reasons.

"Of course not."

There may be connections between immortals. If the other immortals were not busy and could not travel with him, Bai Zhou would directly send someone to take him to find Xi.

The immortal in front of him, who claimed to be "Master and Sister," was willing to help, so Bai Zhou was naturally more than happy to do so and would never refuse.

And she has a pleasant voice.

"The gentleman's sweetheart"—listen to that, how wonderfully put!

How could he possibly miss out on such a kind-hearted and eloquent person?

"uh-huh……"

Seeing that Bai Zhou agreed, the immortal revealed a triumphant smile.

“My name is Nian. Come, young man, call me sister first.”

"..."

Bai Zhou put away his pen, stood up, and respectfully bowed to Nian.

"Your younger brother, Bai Zhou, greets Sister Nian."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Nian happily covered her face and laughed, her giggles filled with joy.

Xi, that scumbag sister, has never called her "sister" before. Now that she heard Bai Zhou address her as such, and Bai Zhou is her sweetheart, it's practically equivalent to Xi calling her "sister."

How could she not be happy?

Laughter filled the temple, while outside, the storm had passed, the sun shone again, and a bright future awaited them.

Once the wind and rain have subsided, we will resume our journey during the day.

This time, however, he was no longer alone.

"Hey, Xiaobai, can you tell me about the current situation? It's so hard to be isolated from the world for so long and not know anything."

"Wow, so many places have changed their names, and there's even something called a mobile city... a mobile city... it sounds amazing... I guess I can't sleep for too long. I feel like I'm completely out of touch with the times."

"Is war still going on? Hmm, as expected, no matter how the world changes, war remains a constant factor."

A chattering sound came from my ears; Nian, who was curious about everything, seemed unable to stop talking.

Although there was a lot of talk, it was not annoying.

Gazing at the rainbow hanging in the sky, the daytime seemed somewhat hazy.

Once upon a time... he followed Xi and traveled with her through the Great Yan.

Returning to you who love 1400°

"There is a beast shaped like a piece of chalk, with a belly as large as a cauldron."

Its number is nine, and its horns resemble red copper.

Time changes colors, and the weather changes in recent days.

......

As the saying goes: Heaven has a great furnace, and earth produces the five metals.

There are ten types of humans and a hundred types of animals.

......

A brilliant strategy that lasts a hundred generations can be destroyed in a single day.

The nation's erosion and the rusting of its artifacts are like a dream, fleeting as lightning, vanishing without a trace.

——————■■—————

"Hey, Xiaobai. Have you ever had a dream?"

Lying on the bed woven with Olympiad materials, gazing at the unreal starry sky, Nian asked Bai Zhou beside her.

"Dreams are, of course, things that have happened. All those with wisdom can dream."

Turn the rabbit over during the day so that the other side is evenly roasted.

"In dreams, people can experience all the good things and do whatever they want without restraint."

The year's hand was raised in a loose grasping motion.

"But when the dream shatters and you wake up from the void, you still have to busy yourself with how to survive today... just like this rabbit... just a few days ago it was living a carefree life, and today it is slaughtered and becomes someone else's food."

"It's ready, do you want some?"

"Eat! Give me two legs!"