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

"Really...it makes us seem like...well, what do those kids say it again?"

The elder brother frowned and pondered deeply, but he couldn't come up with the right word.

"A tool".

The swordsman couldn't bear to look at his brother like that and spoke up to remind him.

"Oh, right."

The elder brother clapped his hands and laughed.

"We fought to the death, but the benefits all went to the Ninth and Eleventh, making us seem like mere tools."

"Then why are you laughing so happily?"

“Ah Xi succeeded, so I am naturally happy.”

Although the swordsman had some regrets about the battle, seeing his half-disciple achieve his wish made his joy dispel those regrets.

But his brother... well, this guy is like a blindly loyal man; as long as Ah Xi is alright, he's happy.

“A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and a wise minister chooses a good master to serve. Master Zhu, what you have done is of great benefit to Yan Yi. I will report to the Emperor and fight for your right to remain in the capital.”

The elder brother did not finish his sentence.

"But if His Majesty unleashes his wrath, there is nothing I can do."

"But you should rest assured. I have already found the best doctor to treat your wife. Even if you do not receive the Emperor's grace and go to the Yellow Springs, you will still have something to remember her by."

"I am deeply grateful for your kindness, and I have no way to repay it."

Zaochi… no, Zhu Ganglie bowed to him sincerely.

He lied to his wife, saying he had come to seek medical treatment, but in reality, he came to exchange the blood of his "kind" for a cure for her chronic illness.

If this true dragon could take pity on him for the effort and blood he had shed to subdue the demons, and grant him a favor in his favor, forgiving his crime of deception and allowing him to return to spend his last days with his wife, he would be willing to be treated like a beast of burden by the Great Yan Dynasty in the future.

"However, it won't work today... or even the next two days."

The elder brother has already seen the approaching traveler.

He didn't intend to stay any longer.

There should always be some time left for friends to catch up.

"Remember to invite them for National Day."

The elder brother reminded the swordsman.

Does she look like she can walk?

Looking at the painter who had devoted himself entirely to the daytime, the swordsman looked at his brother in confusion.

"Wouldn't it be good to let 11 stay?"

The swordsman also wanted to see how Bai Zhou would deal with the three of them at the same time.

"I'll be there during the National Day holiday."

The elder brother, however, looked as if he held the reins, which aroused a bit of curiosity in the swordsman.

"Isn't she the one who likes Ah Xi the most? Why would she come back at this time?"

"But you also know that she doesn't like to share."

"Oh!"

The swordsman understood.

Your words are more valuable than any other conversation.

Eleven is a proud and arrogant person, just like the swordsman himself.

How could someone like that give up precious time for a reunion with someone else, especially when they share it with someone else?

"Although... Ah Xi will probably have to make a fool of himself before he can see her."

But that would only bring him pleasure, wouldn't it?

"Is this what it feels like to be favored and therefore fearless?"

The swordsman sighed softly and walked toward the painter who had finished his work.

"gentlemen……"

Watching the departing figures, Bai Zhou regained his composure and focused on controlling himself.

As the sun rises and the clouds drift, the majestic being condenses into a body, manifesting as a human form.

"Sigh, why did it suddenly change back... Ah Xi! Your hair!"

Years looked at the daylight in astonishment.

The dragon's once jet-black, lustrous hair has now turned cloud-white.

“These are clouds, sister.”

The sounds of daytime have also changed somewhat.

The clear voice became deeper and richer, with a touch of magnetism that made it even more captivating.

"Sister, you're injured."

Bai Zhou had already discovered that the immortal had a piercing wound on his left shoulder.

But although the wound was small, the chilling, infectious aura clinging to it was repulsive.

"It was it that did it."

As clear as the sky, his eyes swept over Fei, who still had a sliver of life left. Bai Zhou approached Nian, his left hand supporting her right shoulder, his right palm gently touching the wound.

"It must hurt a lot, sister."

"This needs to be dealt with immediately."

Nian rolled his eyes at the daytime.

What nonsense are you spouting, you silly little thing? Every wound hurts.

But she quite liked this kind of care.

Therefore, it wouldn't hurt to show more concern.

"Yes. It hurts a lot. Ah-Xi, please rub it gently."

The immortal's tone rose slightly, seemingly carrying a sense of self-promotion.

"Yes, yes, I will never let my sister feel any pain."

Unaware of the danger, Bai Zhou carefully examined her wounds.

He quickly felt relieved.

This little epidemic is ridiculous.

If it were a previous year, one could only bitterly drink medicine or swallow pills to slowly heal the injury.

But now, by simply circulating power during the day and releasing the life force that represents rebirth and healing, the plague can be easily dispelled, the dead can be brought back to life, and flesh and bones can be healed.

"Oh!"

Before Nian could even utter a word of praise, a round of applause and compliments erupted from behind Bai Zhou.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on your great achievement."

This is a sound I used to hear every day until I was sick of it, but now I can only find it in my dreams!

Bai Zhou was slightly taken aback, then turned around in surprise.

A green lynx stood behind him, accompanied by her ever-present little monster, offering him its congratulations.

"Long time no see, Kal'tsit!"

The warm embrace between the two best friends made them lose their minds.

The red-and-white immortal stared blankly as his younger brother, who had just been so concerned about him, threw himself into the arms of the cold-faced woman.

The emerald-green lynx felt the firm, warm embrace, and its ears twitched incessantly.

Mon3tr, standing nearby, let out a cheerful laugh.

"..."

Although he really wanted to fight back, considering that he was currently injured, Nian decided to hold back for the time being and prepare to take back the daylight with words.

"Axi, let go of her now, this girl is about to faint from being suffocated by you."

The year was a kind reminder.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Kal'tsit."

Bai Zhou also noticed that something was wrong with the lynx in his arms, so he immediately let go of her.

The warmth that had enveloped the lynx completely was gone, and the cool breeze carried away the last vestiges of warmth, bringing the lynx back to its senses.

"It's been so long, I'm so... so happy."

Although his face has changed a lot, his smile is still as warm as ever.

The lynx's gaze softened.

"No need to worry about it. You know that if it were you, I wouldn't object to such behavior, Your Highness."

The familiar address, the familiar person, calmed my heart, which had been slightly disturbed by the appearance of that person during the day.

"Oh, right, I haven't introduced you yet, Kal'tsit."

During the day, Bai Zhou was about to recommend her friend to her close older sister when she was surprised to find that they already knew each other.

“I know this ‘girl,’ Ah Xi.”

He kept calling her "girl," as if the person opposite him really was just a young woman in her early twenties.

"I do indeed recognize this highly skilled craftsman."

Kal'tsit politely returned the greeting.

"Oh, that's even better."