The two of them made eye contact in mid-air, their bemused expressions in the morning gradually changing into complex ones, and then they both froze.
The shopkeeper’s lips trembled, and he suddenly asked, "Next life... is this the next life?"
The beautiful woman’s breath became rapid, and, frightened, she turned and ran, her heart in turmoil.
The shopkeeper caught up from behind, grabbed her hand, and said, "I won’t let you leave again."
"Let go! Let go!"
The beautiful woman struggled.
Yet slowly, the two walked together, the shopkeeper’s face brimming with happiness, and the beautiful woman lowering her head, somewhat shy. The sunlight fell, casting their figures onto the autumn earth, slowly merging into one.
In this world, what is there that time cannot change?
...
In the distance, a young man leaned against the most luxurious tavern tower in Forest Sea City, holding the most expensive fine wine, gulping it down.
This wine was true Immortal Brew, a special tribute.
This body was only at the Seventh Layer of Refining Profound, so there was still a hint of drunkenness.
By the side of the intoxicated young man, there was a novice monk dressed in a gray Hundred-Patch Robe, with hands clasped together.
The novice monk seemed to be looking into the distance with the young man at that happy couple.
The Sea of Suffering novice monk, Song Yan had two, both were refined into the Divine Soul Surface at the Sea of Suffering Coast by him, and he could command them at will.
And now, the first thing he did with them was "fulfillment."
Fulfilling the happiness of others.
Such happiness, he long since didn’t covet; he didn’t even wish to see the white clouds beyond the border. But if he could make the ones around him happy, he would still feel a faint sense of joy.
Such joy, worthy of a grand toast!
Bang!
He slapped the table vigorously and called out heartily, "Waiter, another jar of Immortal Brew."
Very soon, more fine wine was served.
The young man tore off the clay seal and gulped down a jar of fine wine, then tossed out a gold ingot, laughing loudly as he performed Sword Control and Rainbow Transformation, rising toward the azure sky and white clouds, as mortals looked up in awe.
...
...
A few days later.
At the Mo Sword Sect, in a hidden place on the back mountain...
"Elder Ma, this is my humble offering to you, ha..." A cultivator spoke with a fawning expression.
The other, a white-robed elder with a mustache, grunted, then asked, "And Song Han’s?"
The cultivator hastily replied, "Song Han went to the mortal world, saying he wants to take a Furnace."
He then chuckled slyly, lowering his voice, "Elder Ma, he has his eyes on his sister-in-law, so this trip is to bring her back to the sect. Here’s how it is..."
The cultivator drew closer and recounted how Song Han murdered his brother and framed his sister-in-law in detail.
Unexpectedly, Elder Ma nodded and said, "Well done."
The cultivator smiled obsequiously, "Our Mo Sword Sect may not be part of the Righteous Dao, but if such a scandal were known, Song Han’s future is still worrisome.


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