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

"Not to mention that Ah Xi's search for immortality has far exceeded my expectations."

The elder brother thought that Bai Zhou could at most achieve a few hundred years of ordinary immortality, but he never expected that Bai Zhou would do such an earth-shattering thing as transforming into the spirit of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Such a day not only has a long lifespan, but also possesses the power to dominate the world.

This kind of daylight—isn't it the true dragon he's been longing for, the one who can help the Great Yan achieve that great feat?

but……

The older brother looked at his younger sister, a hint of guilt on his face.

"Unfortunately, love, though seemingly wonderful, is often the downfall of heroes in the land of tenderness."

"Throughout history, countless heroes have perished here."

"If I let you go back and experience the pleasures of the brothel, will Ah Xi still be able to reach the level I expect?"

"I believe him, but I dare not believe him."

"So, you want me to leave him?"

"You know, that's impossible."

The painter remained unfazed, advancing his sword an inch further.

“That’s right. Eleven, if you want to achieve that great thing, you have to part ways with him.”

"But I don't think it's impossible."

"In my view, all the impossible things in the world are simply not priced high enough."

"Ordinary people will sell their children for a hundred gold coins, and will also spend a thousand gold coins to search for their children from afar. Patriots will die for the honor of their country, and will also bear the infamy of serving in the enemy country."

"As long as you offer the same price, there is no deal that cannot be done."

The sword's edge pierced the elder brother's forehead; with just a gentle press from the painter, he could be cut down right there.

"Are you really going to turn against me here, Eleven?"

Even with the sword's edge blindingly sharp, the elder brother remained unmoved.

"This place is not like an ordinary art shop."

The elder brother glanced sideways at the paintings stacked on the various shelves.

"Wouldn't it be such a waste to see so much hard work go to waste?"

"Do you threaten me?"

"It's not a threat, it's... a deal."

The elder brother smiled, but his voice was as sharp as a biting cold wind.

"Strictly speaking, which carries more weight: someone you've only known for a few years or someone you've painstakingly accumulated over countless years... Eleven, you, who haven't been lost in love like him, should be able to tell the difference, right?"

"What you feel for him, is it love or guilt?"

"Is it love that lasts until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, or is it simply a fondness for someone who is hard to get close to?"

"There can't really be someone who has lived for thousands of years and yet would be greedy towards a child who is only a teenager, right?"

"..."

With a slight press of the sword, a drop of blood trickled down from his brother's forehead and fell to the ground.

But the elder brother laughed.

He won.

"Please come in, Eleven."

The elder brother raised his hand in a gesture.

He had already prepared his writing materials.

"..."

The pen fell on the paper, its strokes trembling.

The bright rainbow-colored eyes lost their light, becoming as dark as the night.

"This item... should also be returned to him."

The artist took the lucky knot hanging from his waist and placed it on the paper.

From the moment she hesitated, she no longer deserved this gift.

Two years ago, you were the best older sister!

A figure in red and white entered through the window. She glanced around the room, then tiptoed silently to the back of Zhenlong, who was engrossed in his writing and painting.

Guess who I am?

A soft palm covered her eyebrows and eyes, and a warm breath carrying joy rushed into her ear.

Who is it?

The true dragon pretended not to know and replied.

"Try to guess carefully, there's a reward if you guess right."

The person behind him lured the true dragon with a voice as light as a feather.

"Hmm...it must be my beautiful and intelligent older sister, Sister Nian."

"Hehehe, if you praise me like that, my tail will float with joy."

Her palm moved away from Zhenlong's eyebrows and instead embraced his neck. Strands of white hair mixed with crimson fell from his forehead, intertwining with Zhenlong's flowing hair.

The immortal's cheek pressed tightly against the real dragon's, his pointed ears touching his auricle.

"Have you missed me, my sweet little Bai?"

"Yes, I want to, I really want to."

The dragon responded softly, which drew a slight displeasure from the immortal.

"It's not enough, it's not enough!"

"I came to see you the moment I woke up."

"From Sichuan to the capital, it's a thousand miles, so far away."

"Yes, yes. I miss my older sister so much. I can't even enjoy my food without her."

The dragon, feeling helpless from being disturbed, said some nice things to appease the immortal.

"Hehe, Little White is the best behaved."

The immortal, who was very receptive to this, let out a satisfied laugh.

"When my sister came... um, it was nothing."

The dragon seemed about to speak but hesitated, and the immortal took in this sight, which aroused a bit of curiosity in him.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The immortals had never seen the dragon so distressed before... wait.

The immortal released him, stood up, and slowly walked to the true dragon's side to examine him closely.

"Hmm, did they do something again during the National Day holiday?"

The immortal only shows this appearance on the true dragon when it involves his troublesome younger sister.

"Um...sir, she..."

Zhenlong put down his pen and let out a sigh filled with sorrow.

"So it is, and so it is..."

The true dragon recounted the events described in the letter to the immortals, word for word, without omitting a single detail.

"what!"

The immortal slammed his hand on the table, a look of surprise on his face.

"What...what...how could this happen to Eleven...did that old man break her head?!"

The immortal never expected such a thing to happen.

"No, I have to go ask her. Ah Xi, don't worry, I'll definitely get to the bottom of this."

The immortal got angry and got up to leave.

"Sister...please."

Watching the immortal's departing figure, Bai Zhou simply sighed softly.

Since the artist has rejected him, he will not be able to find her no matter how hard he tries.

All Bai Zhou can rely on now is the bond between them as sisters.

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"Waaah..."

The immortal leaned against a pillar in the corridor, looking nervously at the tightly closed door.

"Ugh……"

She didn't know how to face the child.

"Sister, it's getting windy, let's go back inside."

"Uh-huh!"

The concerned words that rang out beside him startled the immortal.

"Little, Little White! When did you get here?"

She tried to back away, but there were steps behind her. If the dragon hadn't been quick enough to pull her back, the immortal would have tumbled down the stairs.

"I just got back."

Bai Zhou caught the clumsy immortal who was about to fall, and then said: