Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Chapter 488 Bored Little Dance

Snow White stood beside the horse on the left, her long, dark hair braided into a long plait hanging down her back, and her neat, fitted outfit accentuated her tall and slender figure.

Florian stood beside his horse on the right, his short golden hair gleaming softly in the morning light. He had changed his white robe into a more practical dark blue outfit, with a silver belt around his waist and black boots on his feet.

Both of them were dressed as if they were about to embark on a long journey, clean and neat, without any unnecessary embellishments.

A morning breeze blew in from the city gate, carrying the coolness unique to early autumn.

Qian Daoliu stood in front of the two, his dark blue robe fluttering gently in the wind, his gray hair meticulously combed.

His gaze swept over Snow White, then fell on Florian, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

There was relief, reluctance, and a touch of indescribable emotion.

“The journey to the far north is long,” Qian Daoliu said, his voice low and gentle. “Be careful on your journey. Do not travel at night, do not take secluded paths, and do not be reckless if you encounter danger.”

He looked at Snow White, his tone becoming more serious: "Snow White, this is your first time traveling far from home. Your grandfather is not by your side, so you must be careful in everything you do."

Snow White nodded: "Grandfather, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

Qian Daoliu then looked at Florian: "Florian, you are the senior brother, please take good care of Xue'er on the way."

Florian bowed slightly: "Don't worry, teacher, I understand."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, a smile playing on his lips: "Alright, let's go. Come back soon."

Snow White nimbly mounted her horse. Florian followed suit, and the two stood side by side, bowing respectfully to Qian Daoliu.

"Grandfather, I'm leaving."

"Teacher, goodbye."

Qian Daoliu nodded and watched the two fine horses slowly drive out of the city gate.

……

Tian Dou City, Yue Xuan.

Tang Yuehua stood by the window, gazing at the ink bamboo in the courtyard, motionless for a long time.

She wore a light purple dress today, which made her skin look even whiter.

Her long, dark hair was styled into an elegant bun, with a few wisps falling around her ears, gleaming softly in the morning light.

But on that delicate face, there was a lingering trace of fatigue and anxiety.

She is waiting.

Waiting for a reply from Haotian Sect.

Some time has passed since she relayed the news of the marriage alliance between the Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire back to the sect.

She later sent several more letters back, each one extremely detailed, presenting all the changes in the political climate of Tiandou City.

To date, there has been no clear response.

She didn't know how the elders in the sect would react after receiving the news.

Is it shock? Is it anger? Or is it still numbness?

she does not know.

All she knew was that the world outside had changed. The Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire had now formed a marriage alliance, leaving the Star Luo Empire isolated. The balance between the two empires was about to be broken, and the entire continent's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall landscape or structure) would be reshuffled.

If the Haotian Sect clings to outdated ideas and hopes to escape the Spirit Hall's wrath by closing itself off and going into seclusion, it is simply waiting to die.

Logically speaking, after such a long period of time, one should have thought it through clearly.

"Moonlight".

A voice came from behind.

The voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a weariness that comes from having experienced many hardships.

Tang Yuehua's body stiffened abruptly.

She couldn't believe her ears.

She slowly turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A tall figure stood at the entrance.

He wore a drab, coarse cloth shirt, his messy hair covered half his face, and he had a stubble beard, making him look as destitute as a homeless man.

But his back remained ramrod straight, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on her without blinking.

Tang Hao.

Tang Yuehua's tears welled up instantly.

"Second brother!"

She rushed over and threw herself into Tang Hao's arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, as if afraid that he would disappear if she let go.

"Second brother... second brother..."

Her voice was choked with sobs and almost inaudible, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

Tang Hao stood still, letting her hug him.

His body stiffened slightly, then he slowly raised his hand and gently patted her back.

He didn't speak.

Tang Yuehua cried for a long time before she gradually stopped crying.

She looked up at Tang Hao's weathered face, at the wrinkles around his eyes and the gray hair at his temples, and a feeling of inexplicable heartache welled up in her heart.

"Second Brother, what brings you here?"

Tang Hao's voice remained calm: "I didn't know where to go, so I came to see you."

Tang Yuehua's nose tingled, and tears almost fell again.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, pulled Tang Hao's hand to the chair, and pressed him down to sit down.

"Second brother, sit down and let me see you."

Tang Hao didn't say anything, letting her do as she pleased.

Tang Yuehua stood in front of him, scrutinizing him carefully.

Her hand gently stroked his cheek, her rough fingertips brushing across the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the gray hairs at his temples, and the stubble on his chin.

Then, her fingers touched his wrist.

Soul power probed into his fingertips, like the finest probe, flowing into his limbs and bones.

Tang Yuehua's face gradually turned pale.

She sensed that Tang Hao's condition was worse than when he left a few years ago.

Those long-accumulated hidden injuries not only failed to improve, but worsened considerably. The meridians became more broken, the internal organs shifted further, old injuries piled on top of new ones, and new injuries pressed down on old ones.

In some places, the skin has even scabbed over and turned black, damage that even a Title Douluo's powerful physique cannot repair on its own.

"Second brother..."

Tang Yuehua's voice trembled so much that it was almost inaudible.

"Your injury..."

"It's alright."

Tang Hao interrupted her, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

Tang Yuehua's tears fell again.

She didn't say anything more, but turned around and walked to the locked cabinet in the corner of the room.

She pulled the key from her waist, her hands trembling so badly that she had to try several times before it finally went into the lock.

With a click, the lock opened.

The cabinet door opened, revealing rows of neatly stacked jade boxes. Each jade box had a label indicating the name of the medicinal material and the year of manufacture.

Dragon Blood Ganoderma, Earth Spirit Essence, Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma...

All the precious medicinal herbs she had tried to collect over the years were here.

Each one is priceless; she acquired each one through frugality and tireless efforts.

She originally intended it so that there would be medicine available when her second brother returned.

Now, my second brother has returned.

Tang Yuehua took out the jade boxes one by one and laid them out on the table.

"Second brother, these medicines are all prepared for you." Her voice was still a little choked up. "You stay here to recover and don't go anywhere. I'll find someone to prepare the medicine for you, and your injuries will definitely get better."

Tang Hao sat in the chair, looking at the jade boxes on the table, and then at Tang Yuehua's face, which was filled with heartache and anxiety.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

She simply gave a soft "hmm".

Tang Yuehua was finally relieved.

She wiped away her tears, walked over to Tang Hao, and pulled up a stool to sit down.

"Second brother, are you hungry? I'll go make you something to eat."

I'm not hungry.

"Are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."

"Not thirsty."

Tang Yuehua looked at him for a while, then suddenly sighed softly.

The sigh was soft, yet it carried an indescribable weariness.

Tang Hao frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Tang Yuehua shook her head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Tang Hao looked at her and said, "Go ahead and speak."