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"I heard that he had spent a great deal of effort to obtain the trust of Martial House Master." From Ni Fei and the others, he somewhat understood Pu Yishan's past.

"Naturally, he seems a little arrogant now. With his current level of power, he will definitely not be able to snatch the dragon fountain. " Another cup of wine was poured into his stomach. This kind of wine only made him feel intoxicated from tasting it.

"What does the lord mean?" Yan Wenqing asked with suspicion. Although he had guessed what this person was, he wasn't sure. This was because he could feel that this general that he loved had a heart that was deep and difficult to understand.

"A shield." Yuchi Xiang simply said two words.

These three short words were enough to make Yan Wenqing suddenly understand. Yan Wenqing's face had an expression of comprehension.

Yuchi Xiang smiled as he looked at the suddenly enlightened Yan Wenqing. "There might be many things that are puzzling you, Wenqing." With that, he raised the cup and touched Yan Wenqing's teacup.

Even those words from Yuchi Xiang confused Yan Wenqing. However, he could only feel the rocks one by one to guide the depth in front of him.

Yan Wenqing suspected many things, but didn't ask much about Yuchi Xiang. He knew that Yuchi Xiang would naturally tell him that if he didn't go so quickly, he would only be able to pick up a leaf and block his eyes.

Through this period of time, Yuchi Xiang naturally understood this young man in front of him. He was a smart man, and he had retreated to the position of a cup of green tea because of his good wine.

The bright and beautiful light flooded the entire deep courtyard, shining and flashing white on the roof of the pavilion.

When he was about to leave the corner of the corridor, he was stopped by a voice calling out to him. It was a sweet and familiar voice. It was her, Yuchi Yao. Finally, she realized that he had come to Yuchi Prefecture.

"Brother Wen Qing." The sweet voice was getting closer.

Yan Wenqing's back became slightly brighter and colder.

A delicate and exquisite figure arrived in front of him. Her face was like a peach blossom and her figure was like jade. His eyes were like clear spring water.

"Brother Wen Qing." Yuchi Yao stood in front of the nervous Yan Wenqing. He breathed out an orchid breath.

"Yaoyao." Yan Wenqing squeezed out two words from his throat, but his words didn't betray his current nervousness.

Yuchi Yao took out a small sachet from her sleeve with a beautiful butterfly embroidered on it. "The butterfly on the sachet was embroidered by me from the butterfly silk you gave me. It's not as beautiful as the one you drew." Yuchi Yao held up the butterfly scented sachet in front of Yan Wenqing. "This scented sachet can be given to you. It can keep you safe, and it can also keep you happy."

Yan Wenqing stared at the scented sachet without saying a word, and caught it with both hands.

Yuchi Yao gave Yan Wenqing a hearty smile. That smile was truly beautiful. She immediately walked past him and left Yan Wenqing by himself.

"Brother Wen Qing." Suddenly, Yuchi Yao's voice rang out from behind him. Yan Wenqing slowly turned around. "Brother Wenqing, I actually know that every time you come looking for father." After saying so, she immediately left. Her beautiful and delicate figure was just like how it was when they first met.

The melodious sound was as beautiful as the sunlight shining from the sea in the sky.

The melodious sound of the flute lingered in the entire three forests, winding around the trees and entangling the leaves. It was extremely melodious.

A man sat on a fallen tree. The flute made a melodious sound under his lips that spread in all directions. His face wore a cold, silver-gray mask. Under the mask, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was enjoying the tranquil sounds of the flute in the forest. Perhaps even he didn't understand the melody of the flute.

"In your flute melody, there is always a continuous stream of sadness and loneliness." A woman's voice was mixed in with the melodious sound of a flute. This woman's voice seemed so melodious. His face was also wearing a silver-gray mask. It was just as cold.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped. The bird that had suddenly flown away from the flute flew out of sight and disappeared without a trace.

"Perhaps only you can understand the contents of this flute." The man sighed softly.

"Can't you understand?" the woman asked, her voice as melodious as ever.

"No." The man answered very straightforwardly. He peered through the silver-gray mask into the distance, into the depths of the woods.

"Are you thinking about it?" The woman said. She held the dual blades tightly in her arms.

"Missing?" The man seemed to be surprised by the woman's words. "Then what am I thinking about?"

"I don't know." The woman said.

Missing? Thinking. It was indeed a longing. He missed the distant place.

The woman stood five meters away from the old tree where the man was sitting. She looked at the distant sky, streaked with leaves, with its cold silver-gray mask.

"You always leave. Where did you go?" The man asked quietly. Originally, they could not easily ask about each other's matters. However, as they belonged to the Heavenly Dragon Cult, they were separated by the two layers of cold masks. They were both concerned about each other.

"I always have a lot of trouble in the house." "Yes," the woman replied.

She was lying, he didn't know.

"But we'll never get away with it." The man looked into the depths of the forest as he gently caressed the metal flute in his hand.

"Shouldn't assassins be worried and lonely?" The woman's voice seemed very ethereal, drifting amongst the dense leaves.

"A killer who isn't lonely will have feelings." A woman's voice came from the other side.

The woman looked towards the direction of the voice. It was a woman wearing a robe. The woman's charm was like the wind. There was a fearful smile on her white face, but these two silver-gray masks were not to be feared.

"Third Mother." The woman called out respectfully.

The man sat on the tree trunk without a word, as if there was no one around when the woman came. But women are common.

"From the time you returned to Changan, you've been leaving frequently. Where did you go?" Only San Niang dared to ask such a question. She held a high position within the Heavenly Dragon Cult and was only second to the Sect Leader. Even Left Dragon Ambassador and the others respected her seventy percent. Only he, sitting on the tree, could ignore him. No one knew why, and no one dared to ask why.

"Sanniang knows that. I no longer chased after 'The Butterfly's Dew' and the Hierarch sent me back to Chang'an once again. Naturally, he had a mission for me." The woman's voice sounded very flattering.

Sanniang did not continue asking because she knew that she could not ask the Sect Leader about the matters he sent her. She was the first one to know about the general matters in the Sect, and she should not have known about those matters.

"The High Priestess has given the order that we are going to help Pang You. He should take the place of Antuzo and go to the Sun, in case something unexpected happens and we have to support him in the dark." Third Mother said.

"Yes." The woman replied.

The man was still sitting on the tree trunk without making a sound, but the wind that blew through the forest made his clothes flutter.