I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"Then Dan Heng's repeated calls for Bai Heng were all nonsense."

“Yes.” Jing Yuan nodded. “Given his condition, nothing he says would be surprising.”

“I know,” Ren said coldly. “I’m not stupid enough to believe a madman.”

But she couldn't help but glance at Bai Lu again.

It was just a glance, but I quickly looked away.

The White Dew was still captured.

She hesitated for a moment, took two steps toward the blade, and whispered:

"Um...were you very disappointed just now?"

Blade didn't speak.

Bai Lu also said:

"I'm sorry. Although I'm not Bai Heng, I can still be your friend if it's possible."

We've all become girls now, haven't we?

It's perfectly normal for girls to make friends.

She smiled a little foolishly and waved her big, snow-white tail.

Ren's lips twitched, whether he wanted to laugh or be angry, he just turned his face away in the end:

"No need."

"Oh."

Bai Lu wasn't angry. She turned around and ran back to Qi Ye's side, whispering something.

"Second-in-command, she rejected me. I guess I'm better suited to follow you."

Qi Ye patted her head:

"It's alright, all five of the Cloud Warriors have this bad temper."

When Master Jingliu was accepting me as a disciple, he refused me eight times.

"Really?"

"fake."

……

It was at this moment that Jingliu spoke up.

"Now everyone is here."

Everyone looked at her.

Jingliu's gaze swept over Jingyuan, Ren, Danheng, and Bailu.

"I never imagined that after hundreds of years, the Five Heroes of the Clouds would be able to reunite."

Jing Yuan's smile faded.

The blade also smoothed out all its sharp edges and listened quietly.

"If I remember correctly, seven hundred years ago, the five of us made a promise in Lin Yuan Realm."

No matter how far we travel, we will gather here and share a drink.

"Unfortunately, the Scaled Abyss hangs empty, and the world is ever-changing."

"Of the five of us, some have been reborn, some wished to die but could not, some have become prisoners, and some... will never be able to keep our promise again."

The wind suddenly picked up.

Ginkgo leaves fall from the branches like a brief golden rain.

"The affection between them has also vanished."

After she finished speaking, the courtyard fell completely silent.

Bai Lu's fox ears slowly drooped down. She couldn't understand those old stories, but she could sense them.

The air in the courtyard felt heavy and suffocating, as if something was pressing down on it.

She asked Qi Ye in a low voice, "Second Master, what kind of person is Bai Heng?"

Qi Ye was not as cheerful and carefree as usual.

He looked at Jing Liu, then at Jing Yuan, then at Ren, and finally at Dan Heng, who lay unconscious on the ground.

After a long while, he said softly:

"I don't know. But he should be a very good person."

"Why can't such a good person keep their appointment?"

Qiye did not answer.

He couldn't answer that question either.

Xing, standing at the back, suddenly blurted out:

"The moon is so bright."

Everyone looked up.

The crescent moon still hung in the sky above the courtyard, cold and aloof.

Chapter 198 Five Beauties in the Clouds

Jingliu turned his gaze from the moon to the people in front of him.

Jing Yuan, Ren, Dan Heng who had fainted on the ground, and Bai Lu who looked exactly like her old friend.

"It's time for the 'Five Heroes of the Clouds' to say goodbye."

Jing Yuan and Ren both looked at Jing Liu.

Jing Liu looked back and said:

"Without wine, only bitterness, such a gathering is truly indescribable."

Bai Lu sniffed, her eyes feeling a little sore.

She couldn't explain why she wanted to cry, even though she had only heard bits and pieces of Mingheng's story tonight.

Just then, an incongruous head popped up from the side.

I have wine!

Qi Ye had somehow moved closer to the front, his hand already reaching towards his lower back.

"Master, I really did bring some wine."

I bought this in Belleburg last time; it's called something like "Snowfield Blaze." The owner said that drinking it would allow you to see the aurora borealis.

I've been saving this for myself, but tonight is the perfect time..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Fu Xuan's glare was already flying over.

She grabbed Qi Ye by the back of his collar, pulled him back, and scolded him in a low voice:

"Are you blind?! Why are you pulling out alcohol in this kind of situation! Put it away!"

"But the atmosphere has already been built up to this point..."

Qi Ye struggled softly.

"The farewell gathering of the Five Heroes of the Clouds, how can it be without wine? It's like eating barbecue skewers without cumin!"

"You think this is eating barbecue skewers?!"

"I was just giving an example..."

"Put it away!"

"okay."

Qi Ye obediently hid the wine back, muttering to himself:

"The Grand Diviner is the real culprit."

I should have asked Uncle Yang to take me with me.

Fu Xuan glared at him and ignored him.

This interruption eased the somewhat heavy atmosphere in the courtyard.

Jing Yuan glanced at Qi Ye, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed.

She turned to Kagami Ryu and asked the question she had always wanted to ask but never had the chance to:

"Master, what exactly is the purpose of your return to Luofu this time?"

Jingliu did not answer immediately.

Jing Yuan stepped forward:

“Master, I am a general of Luofu. No matter why you have returned.”

As long as you remain on this land, this is my responsibility and something I should be concerned about.

In that instant, all of her usual lazy demeanor vanished.

She no longer resembles a beautiful young girl; she is clearly still General Luofu, who has been in charge of the Divine Strategy Bureau for hundreds of years.

Jingliu looked at her, his eyes flickering.

This apprentice has been like this for so many years.

They may seem lazy, but when faced with difficulties, they can handle things better than anyone else.

She subconsciously looked away, afraid that if she looked too long, she would recall some old memories she shouldn't have.

Then she saw the blade.

Ren stood next to Jing Yuan, his robes already somewhat ill-fitting, and now even more tattered from the previous battle.

She had been waiting for Jingliu to speak with a cold expression, but after standing there for a while...

The clothes finally gave in; the belt at the waist came undone, and the pants slipped down half an inch.

She glanced down, expressionless, and reached up to pull her pants up a bit.

The movements were very natural, just like eating and drinking.

But Jingliu saw it.

A cold-faced female swordsman, with hands that had killed countless people, calmly pulled up her pants.

Jingliu's lips twitched.

She pursed her lips, then looked at the blade again, which had adjusted its hem once more.

He hastily tucked the extra piece of belt into his side, then looked up, met Jingliu's gaze, and raised an eyebrow:

"What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

Jingliu's voice was calm, but her shoulders trembled slightly.

Jing Yuan, who was closer, was the first to notice something was wrong: "Master?"

Jingliu waved his hand, signaling her to be quiet.

She herself thought she could control it.

But once that image is in your mind, you can never take it back.

Seven hundred years ago, Yingxing never worried about trousers.

He used to wear a craftsman's leather apron and boots, and spent his days squatting in front of the furnace forging iron, too lazy to even dodge the sparks that splashed on him.

Later, he joined the Five Valiant Warriors of the Clouds. Although his clothes were neat, he didn't seem to care much about them.