“I have something to tell you.” They spoke at the same time. Lan Wu paused, then nodded. “You go first.” Ji Lingyue seemed unsure how to begin. After a moment, she slowly spoke. “The stone tablet from the Penglai Island underground palace… it’s fake.” Lan Wu was momentarily confused. “Fake?” “Yes. The one we took is a recent fabrication, made…
As the rain subsided, a knock echoed on a door in the southeastern part of the city. Soon, footsteps approached, and the door creaked open to reveal a delicate face. The person paused, frowning. “Aren’t you… Lan Wu?” Lan Wu studied her for a moment. “And you are? Isn’t this Miss Chu Jiao’s residence?” The other woman smiled awkwardly. “Yes,…
The autumn rain fell relentlessly as Ji Lingyue, lifting the hem of her robe, ascended the damp stone steps, her gaze settling on two figures seated in a pavilion not far off. “Yuan Zhen.” The man didn’t respond, but the short attendant beside him turned his head, glanced at Ji Lingyue, and whispered something into Yuan Zhen’s ear. After a…
Sexual content warning. When they returned to their residence, the sky was already turning light. Ji Lingyue walked ahead, holding Lan Wu’s hand. “Should we go and test Chu Jiao?” “It’s best to leave that to the sect leaders,” Lan Wu said, recalling the expressions of the sect leaders earlier. She sighed, “As expected, even knowing about the hatred between…
As the silence of the night deepened, footsteps echoed outside the door. Lan Yuan closed her eyes, silently counting. When the footsteps faded away, she flipped over and quietly crept towards the door. She pulled open the latch, looked left and right, and, seeing no one, relaxed. Just as she was about to step out, her robe was tugged from…