In the deep winter, the sky darkened early.
After locking up the Shadow Puppet Pavilion, Song Yan walked on the mountain path of Paperman Peak.
The biting wind blew eerily cold, the shadows of the mountains swiftly slanted with the setting sun in the west, large patches of shadows rushing forward with the piercing air, while on withered branches, carrion vultures and crows lingered, making strange calls.
Yuzhuang Xiao Niangzi followed behind Song Yan with her arms hanging down, carrying a small bag of fragrant wood that swayed as she walked. The aroma released when this fragranced wood was burned was pleasant, calming the mind and settling the spirit. She obtained Contribution Points from Song Yan and exchanged them at the Paper Money Tower on the main peak.
The Paper Money Tower was essentially the "finance department" and "basic tool exchange center" of Paperman Peak.
At that moment, many disciples lined up in front of the Paper Money Tower, with the one at the very front presenting an identity plate, discussing the exchange of Profound Jade and other items with the steward at the window, while the disciples behind urged impatiently.
"Such a long queue," sighed Xiao Niangzi, and added, "Master, do you need to exchange something today? I can queue for you, no matter how long it takes!"
"It’s Daoist Brother, not Master," Song Yan corrected.
Xiao Niangzi nodded repeatedly, agreeing, "Okay, Master."
Song Yan raised his hand and gently flicked her forehead.
Xiao Niangzi immediately had tears welled up in her eyes.
However, Song Yan already knew what she wanted to say, and stated, "You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s late today, we wouldn’t get a chance in the queue. We’ll come back when there are fewer people in a couple of days."
"Yes, Daoist Brother."
The late return together gave Song Yan a rare sense of warmth.
Though he was aware, such emotions should not exist because... separation, even life and death, was the destined end for him and every woman around him.
"It’s too cold."
He rubbed his hands together.
Xiao Niangzi hurried towards him, saying, "Daoist Brother, I’m warm."
Thud.
Song Yan gave her another flick on the forehead.
The flick activated a "rule," and Xiao Niangzi’s eyes started to turn red again.
Song Yan was very accustomed to this and promptly said, "You didn’t make a mistake."
"Oh." Xiao Niangzi returned to normal.
Song Yan couldn’t help but laugh.
As they walked and talked, they reached the edge of a cliff.
Song Yan tapped a sword technique, and the Flying Sword transformed into a rainbow, carrying them to the front of the cave mansion.
After a bustling period, they loosened their garments and went to practice Dual Cultivation...
After cultivation, Yuzhuang Xiao Niangzi lay in Song Yan’s arms, marveling, "Master, I’ve seen other furnaces that are almost half-dead, very weak... but why, after being harvested by you, I am still... still..."
She couldn’t find a word to describe the comfort she felt.
Song Yan replied, "That’s the effect of the elixir. If someone talks to you, don’t reveal your condition."

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