Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 456 A Perfect Union
In the afternoon, the desert was scorching hot. The heatwave distorted the air on the vast expanse of yellow sand, and the shadow of the Black City could be faintly seen in the far distance.

A scorching wind, carrying yellow sand, swept across the desert. Two horses and a camel galloped across the sandy plain, leaving behind three lines of tangled footprints.

"Is that the City of Fire Worship?" Luo Chaoyan, wrapped in a cloak, sweat beading on her forehead, raised her hand to shield her eyes as she gazed at the distant Black City.

"What Fire Worship City... that's a mirage. But the fact that we can see a mirage right now proves that we're not far from Fire Worship City."

Meng Po sat on a very handsome white camel. Although it looked clumsy and slow, it was surprisingly fast when it ran. It was truly priceless.

After leaving Moyan Post Station, the group headed to Baihuo City to reunite Yuanmu and Miss Su.

Luo Chaoyan peeked out from Zhao Wumian's arms, tilting her head and glancing at Meng Po.

Meng Po was also wrapped in a cloak, covering herself completely, revealing only her exotic face and emerald green eyes. Upon seeing this, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"how?"

"I haven't even introduced you yet... are you Meng Po?"

"It's me. And who are you? Judging by your age, you're Zhao Wumian's bed warmer?"

Meng Po smiled slightly and glanced at Luo Chaoyan. Her exceptionally young and lively face suggested she was a girl from a wealthy family. She looked like the girl next door and was quite pleasing to the eye.

She hadn't seen him before when she was in Yanyun.

"A maid?" Luo Chaoyan blinked her beautiful eyes and patiently explained:

“I am not his maid. He has maids in the capital... I am also in the capital, but I am busy with affairs and rarely go out to travel with him.”

"then who are you?"

"emperor."

"What emperor?" Meng Po tilted her head and asked, looking slightly bewildered, clearly not expecting to encounter the Emperor of Dali here.

Rustle, rustle————

After the words were spoken, there was a moment of silence among the group, with only the sound of horses and camels galloping by. After a while, Meng Po reacted, her expression suddenly changed, and she quickly approached Zhao Wumian by pulling on the reins.

"You brought the emperor of the Central Plains to the Western Regions, are you planning a rebellion?! Do you even know where you are?"

Zhao Wumian looked at her suspiciously, "You brought it, so what's the rush... Are you the Marquis of Weiming or am I the Marquis of Weiming?"

Meng Po stammered. Her relationship with Zhao Wumian was very awkward. They were on opposing sides and enemies. Their alliance was nothing more than a verbal promise. However, they had a past that made them feel at ease traveling together.

Her words, devoid of any boundaries, made it seem as if she and Zhao Wumian were so close that their status and position could be disregarded...

Meng Po didn't know how to answer that question, so she could only grit her teeth and ask in a low voice, "This Emperor of Dali doesn't know martial arts. What if something happens to him?"

"Who can hurt her in front of me?"

Luo Chaoyan chuckled, "We just got married in February, and we really don't want to be apart..."

Meng Po's slightly displeased expression suddenly froze. She was stunned for a moment before tilting her head to look at Zhao Wumian, asking in a slightly absent-minded manner, "You're married?"

Looking at her expression, Zhao Wumian felt as if he had become some kind of heartless scoundrel who abandoned his wife and daughter, as if Meng Po and he had a secret affair all along...

Ji Zihuai had traveled with Meng Po for several days and were quite familiar with her. Riding closer, she asked curiously:

"Our marriage has caused quite a stir in the Central Plains, but Meng Po in the Western Regions knows nothing about it?"

Meng Po still sounded somewhat dazed, as if she hadn't quite grasped the situation, and whispered:
"I've been searching for Wen Wuzheng deep in the Western Regions these past few days, and haven't been gathering much information about the outside world..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked away and gazed ahead, as if Zhao Wumian's marriage was nothing more than a trivial matter in the martial arts world that she could easily encounter.

Luo Chaoyan exchanged a glance with her master, keenly sensing that Meng Po and Zhao Wumian might not have a close relationship yet, but there were definitely some ulterior motives between them.

Zhao Wumian didn't want to flirt and chat with this Western Region demoness in front of his two wives, so he didn't say much and just talked to Meng Po about the matter of going to Baihuo City.

“Before we came, I checked the map. Baihuo City is nearly a hundred miles away from Moyan Post Station. In the desert, even a thoroughbred horse can hardly run freely. If it's not careful, its hooves will sink in and it won't run fast. Let's find a town to rest for the night first, you know…”

As Zhao Wumian spoke, he suddenly remembered something and looked curiously at the beautiful white camel beneath Meng Po's seat. "Is this the camel you were going to give me?"

"Give you a camel? Who said that?" Meng Po looked at him suspiciously. "When did I ever say I would give you a camel?"

What did you say to the waiter at Moyan Post Station?

Luo Chaoyan and Ji Zihuai exchanged another glance, their eyes conveying a subtle exchange, both with a hint of enigmatic smiles.

Suddenly, Luo Chaoyan cried out in surprise, her delicate body lost its balance and fell to the side. The white horse beneath her neighed, the sand was soft, one hoof missed its footing, and its four hooves thrashed from side to side like a plucked pipa, but it could not maintain its balance.

Zhao Wumian swiftly dismounted, grabbed Luo Chaoyan with one arm, and effortlessly propped up the horse with the other. With a gentle burst of energy, he quickly averted danger.

However, on the soft sand, Zhao Wumian had no foothold, and his boots sank into the desert, filling his feet with sand.

Luo Chaoyan nestled in her husband's arms. As the Emperor of Dali, she possessed a natural composure and wasn't afraid. However, glancing sideways, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Deep into the heart of the Western Regions, the terrain is becoming increasingly steep... It's time to change our mounts."

"There's no need to go through all that trouble. The Western Regions have desert horseshoes with anti-slip treads... We can get them made when we get to town."

Meng Po pondered for a moment, then patted the back of her camel's saddle. "Sit here, the load will be lighter, and the horse won't easily lose its balance..."

Luo Chaoyan and Ji Zihuai did not resist each other. They climbed onto the camels, while Zhao Wumian led the two horses and walked along the sand ridge.

Even so, the horse would occasionally slip and fall, requiring him to support it from the side.

However, the camel's back was only so big, and Ji Zihuai, with her innate body of ten thousand poisons, could not be touched carelessly. Getting too close could easily lead to poisoning. Meng Po, whose martial arts were even higher, dismounted and, together with Zhao Wumian, led the horse and camel one after the other, walking slowly forward.

With their martial arts skills, they wouldn't have to worry about running out of energy while walking in the desert.

The two men talked to each other, asking, "Are there any towns nearby where we can rest?"

"Why should I tell you?" Meng Po's attitude toward Zhao Wumian became increasingly hostile.

"?"

Zhao Wumian looked at her helplessly, "If you're not going to travel with me, do you still want to go back to the Holy Sect?"

When this matter was mentioned, Meng Po's expression changed slightly. "Just now at the inn, my relationship with you was rather close. If we had met, we should have fought... If this were to get back to the Holy Sect..."

"It can't be transmitted."

"Why?"

"Since Yangshe Congyun hasn't attacked you, it proves he knows I'm in cahoots with you. In that case, to rescue his brother, he should cooperate with us to kill you and silence you, to prevent your identity from being exposed..."

Zhao Wumian, leading his horse, reached into his saddlebag, took a swig of water, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I've seen most of those people from Moyan Post Station in the wanted lists of the Criminal Investigation Department. They deserve to die."

"What if Yangshe Congyun doesn't comply with your wishes?"

"I won't be casual or casual. Shentu Buzui won't live past this month. Whether you're exposed or not, since I've come to the Western Regions, you'll definitely be fine..."

Meng Po glanced at him sideways. What he said was indeed reassuring... A few seconds later, Meng Po realized what he meant and snorted coldly.

"Who's on your side? Marquis Weiming, don't flatter yourself."

Zhao Wumian smiled and stuffed the water pouch into the saddlebag. "If you're not in cahoots, then why didn't you attack me?"

"I can't win, what can I do? This humble woman is being held hostage by the Marquis!"

Meng Po put her hands behind her back, bent over, glanced at Zhao Wumian, and said with a smile, her posture as if she were tied up, but her tone was very soft and gentle.

It seemed that even if Zhao Wumian truly treated her as a prisoner and forced her to drink the Meng Po soup, she wouldn't resist...

Luo Chaoyan and Ji Zihuai silently watched the two people flirting below.

"My lord," Luo Chaoyan suddenly called out.

"Hmm?" Zhao Wumian turned around and looked at him.

Luo Chaoyan paused for a moment before saying, "I also want to drink water."

Zhao Wumian handed over the water bag.

Upon hearing the words "husband," Meng Po couldn't help but purse her lips.

Although Zhao Wumian and Meng Po were on foot, as martial arts champions, they were fast-paced and arrived at a small town near Baihuo City before nightfall for a temporary rest.

Once we reached the heart of the Western Regions, near the territory of the Holy Church, the security was relatively better than at Huangsha Post Station... Although killings in the streets were not uncommon, at least fewer members of the Holy Church were being killed.

The Holy Church still has a voice and can get things done here.

As a local strongman in the Western Regions, Meng Po knew exactly where the Holy Sect was not in charge and where the blacksmiths were the best. After leading Zhao Wumian and the others to find a blacksmith to repair horseshoes for their horses, she rented a courtyard to rest.

“Inns, taverns, and teahouses are all branches of the Holy Sect. If we kill them, Shen Tu Bu Zui will definitely become suspicious. If we don’t kill them, there will still be trouble.”

Meng Po tied the camel behind the wall and gave the group some instructions:

"So don't go out tonight. Let me know if you need anything. The Western Regions have been suffering from drought for months and are extremely short of water. There's no well in the courtyard either. I'll go and buy some first..."

Meng Po left the courtyard, but after taking only a few steps, she heard Luo Chaoyan softly ask from inside:

"You seem to trust this little Hu girl quite a bit. If she were to seek revenge against Shentu Buzui right now, and Uudam were to secretly surround her, you might not be able to notice in time, would you?"

Meng Po paused, her cheeks puffed out, slightly annoyed. As a demoness, she had a fiery temper and immediately wanted to turn around and say something like, "I'm not serving you anymore."

Then Zhao Wumian said, "Back when you were in Jin, didn't you trust me too?"

"I know you wouldn't hurt me."

"So I know she won't hurt us..."

The conversation gradually subsided as they entered the house and closed the doors and windows.

Meng Po winked and smiled, then left nimbly.

Ji Zihuai listened to the footsteps outside the courtyard wall, then turned around and looked helplessly at Luo Chaoyan.

His own disciple, now the emperor... has devoted all his energy to helping Zhao Wumian woo girls.

Back in Jin, he helped matchmake Zhao Wumian and Guan Yunshu. Now that they've come to the Western Regions, he's trying to matchmake Meng Po and him... Ji Zihuai felt that his disciple probably had some strange hobbies.

No wonder he could stack up with Xiao Yuanmu...

Luo Chaoyan's actions were not as exaggerated as Ji Zihuai imagined. She was only helping out because she had noticed the ambiguous relationship between Meng Po and Zhao Wumian.

As the first wife, I should naturally have a dignified demeanor... although most of the girls in the courtyard felt that they were the first wife.

By the time Meng Po drove the camel cart loaded with water into the courtyard, it was already completely dark, the silver moon was high in the sky, and the temperature had turned from hot to cool, so Luo Chaoyan put on another layer of clothing.

She carried a bucket of water to the kitchen to start a fire and cook, which made Meng Po look at her with new respect.

The emperor of the mighty Dali was actually doing these menial tasks that a cook in the kitchen would do... This emperor was quite different from what she had imagined.

She cooked some dishes, only naan bread was missing. It would be ready soon if she put it on the stove to bake for a while. So Luo Chaoyan took off her apron and asked Ji Zihuai to watch over it in the kitchen to prevent it from burning.

He quickly went inside, fetched a basin of water, and ordered Zhao Wumian:

"Take off your shoes."

"what?"

"Didn't you get a lot of sand in your boots today? Let me wash your feet."

Meng Po stood outside the house, gazing at the flickering candlelight on the window paper, where shadows clung to each other. Upon hearing these words, her eyebrows twitched again.

Empress Dali bent down and carefully washed her husband's feet. She then filled a basin with water again, and the two sat together, soaking their feet and joking around.

Meng Po suddenly felt a little awkward. She went to the courtyard alone, carrying fodder to feed the camels, thinking to herself that Zhao Wumian and the young emperor were indeed husband and wife; she felt so out of place standing there. But she and Zhao Wumian had never really been related, so being out of place was just being out of place…

As Meng Po's mind wandered, she saw Luo Chaoyan wash her feet, pour out the water, and then go to the kitchen. She quickly brought out several dishes and peeked at Luo Chaoyan, saying:
"It's time to eat."

"Oh……"

Meng Po stamped her foot for some reason, went inside and sat down. After the meal, Zhao Wumian and Luo Chaoyan cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks together. They also prepared hot water for the girls to take hot baths before turning off the lights and resting.

Luo Chaoyan and Ji Zihuai were both too embarrassed to be affectionate with each other in front of Meng Po, so they didn't dare to do anything too outrageous. After kissing and hugging for a while, they went to sleep fully clothed.

Zhao Wumian did not disturb their rest. He went out of the house alone, sat cross-legged in the courtyard, took out the Flowing Clouds Everlasting Lamp, and examined it carefully.

The base of this object resembles a lotus platform made of molten gold from the setting sun, while the lamp body above is shaped like a Kongming lantern. However, the entire body is not made of ordinary silk, but rather has a gradient of sunset colors. The neck of the lamp is wrapped with silver cloud patterns, as if locking the sunset clouds in a small space.

Most of the nine bells had ornate and complicated designs. Zhao Wumian glanced at them briefly but didn't pay them any attention. Instead, he raised his hand, grasped the bell, and closed his eyes to sense it.

The Nine Bells were not a rare item for Zhao Wumian, but he was quite familiar with them at this moment.

He has now comprehended eight of the nine bells, and only lacks the Imperial Seal of the State. He is also increasingly understanding the meaning of the saying, "Gather all nine bells and ascend to immortality."

The nine bells have different effects and styles, but Zhao Wumian has now vaguely sensed that although they are clearly distinct, they are actually vaguely integrated... Indeed, as things created by heaven and earth, they share the same origin and naturally have something in common.

Now that Zhao Wumian has come to realize this, it naturally signifies that he is getting closer and closer to that so-called immortal... just one step away.

The Imperial Seal and the Eastern Emperor Bell are clearly the final pieces of the puzzle.

Meng Po stood in front of the door with her arms crossed, looking at Zhao Wumian who was sitting cross-legged outside.

Moonlight fell upon her, her white hair, tied up at her waist, moved undisturbed by the wind, and she wore a silver veil, exuding an ethereal aura.

In a daze, I thought that Zhao Wumian would soon ascend to the moon and become an immortal.

Meng Po's eyes widened in amazement, realizing that Zhao Wumian had gained some insight... How long had it been since he touched the Nine Bells?
His comprehension is incredible, no wonder he's the best in the martial arts world...

However, while he had gained some insights, he didn't fully understand the effects of the Everlasting Flowing Clouds Lamp itself. At this moment, he probed its inner energy...

hum!
Suddenly, the glow on the lantern abruptly disappeared, replaced by a river of stars and a silver toad leaping into the sky, reflecting the clear night sky above.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Po felt a pang of fear and vaguely sensed the earth shaking as if a dragon was about to overturn.

As a martial arts master, she knew that when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was in chaos, it was as if the world had deviated from its original course. Water could not be drunk and would instead devour people, and stones were no longer hard but soft... That was roughly how it was.

Zhao Wumian suddenly looked up, raised his hand and threw away the Everlasting Lantern of Flowing Clouds. The starlight disappeared and the palpitation subsided.

Meng Po frowned and strode forward. "What's wrong? The Everlasting Cloud Lamp is acting strangely? Did Wen Wuzheng leave a backup plan to ambush you?"

Fortunately, Meng Po and Zhao Wumian spent a relatively long time together. If Xiao Yuanmu had been present, he might have uttered the words "deathly words," which would have been more fitting.

"The Everlasting Flowing Clouds Lamp is fine, but the effectiveness of these nine bells is highly questionable..." Zhao Wumian's expression showed slight doubt as he carefully explained:
"The Nine Bells have always been mysterious, but they also have their own meanings. They represent the killing intent of the sword that emerges from the world while hiding from it, the time and space meaning of the Naraku Red Silk and the inlaid gold Boshan furnace, and the ever-burning Flowing Clouds Lamp, which represents 'variables'."

“Variables mean unpredictability. If I had continued to use it, there might have been a sudden earthquake somewhere, causing mountains and rivers to turn upside down. Next time, there might have been a downpour... I have no control over it.”

As a martial arts champion, Meng Po could naturally understand these esoteric words, and upon hearing them, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"The effect is quite mysterious, but unfortunately it's not very useful in battles between experts."

Zhao Wumian smiled, "It still depends on how you use it..."

As he spoke, Zhao Wumian got up and picked up the Flowing Clouds Everlasting Lamp, but then a thought crossed his mind... The Nine Bells are a treasure of heaven and earth, but to put it bluntly, aren't they just magical artifacts of immortals?

If one uses celestial energy, can one control it as easily as an extension of their own arm, summoning wind and rain?
As he pondered, he heard Meng Po say softly, "Using it arbitrarily has too great an impact, which is indeed not good, but it is also good for gaining insights."

"Okay, here you go." Zhao Wumian handed over the Flowing Clouds Everlasting Lamp.

Meng Po froze on the spot, blinking her cat-like emerald green eyes. "What are you doing?"

"A piece of wisdom, such a precious treasure... Actually, I should have taken you with me to the capital back then, most of my Nine Bells are kept there..."

"If I let you meditate for a few months before returning to the Western Regions, even Shen Tu Bu Zui would probably be no match for you. Then I won't need to worry about you getting into trouble in the Western Regions..."

Zhao Wumian indeed thought so; he was never a stingy person.

Meng Po parted her pink lips slightly and couldn't help but say again:

"This is a Nine Bell... You killed Wen Wuzheng easily, but Mo Jingxue suffered countless hardships and faced death many times in order to find this item..."

"When I went to the wrong Jinboshan furnace, I was also on the verge of death... But now that I've already taken it, how could I possibly hide it from you?" Zhao Wumian threw away the Liuxia Everlasting Lamp.

Meng Po hurriedly accepted it, turned her head to look at him, still somewhat taken aback. After a moment, she whispered a thank you, then lowered her head and sat cross-legged.

As a martial arts champion, she was in a good state of mind. She quickly cleared her mind of distractions and closed her eyes to meditate.

Zhao Wumian smiled, then remembered something, sat cross-legged beside Meng Po, and held her small hand.

Warm, soft, and smooth.

Meng Po's delicate body trembled slightly, and she glanced at Zhao Wumian with shy and timid eyes. But for some reason, she suddenly turned her head to look into the room... Luo Chaoyan and Ji Zihuai were still resting inside.

She had clearly misunderstood, thinking that Zhao Wumian had grown tired of the plum blossoms from the Central Plains and wanted to try her wild flower from the Western Regions.

That makes sense, Zhao Wumian should be like this... After all, she's so beautiful, Zhao Wumian should have fallen for her long ago.

Meng Po smiled like a vixen, showing no resistance whatsoever. Instead, she moved closer, tossing aside the Flowing Clouds Everlasting Lamp, and holding Zhao Wumian's arm tightly, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"My lord, you have quite the nerve! Your wife is still inside... Are you in such a hurry? Heh, you already have a wife and family, truly, men are always looking for more than they have..."

Everlasting Lamp of Flowing Clouds: ...

Meng Po drew circles on Zhao Wumian's chest with her fingertips, her tone teasing, her eyes like the first bloom of spring, but before she could finish speaking, she suddenly froze on the spot.

Sensing an extremely mysterious aura emanating from Zhao Wumian's hand...

Ethereal!

All martial arts masters flock to it, for even a hundred years of arduous cultivation would be a rare sight of this celestial aura!

Meng Po's beautiful eyes widened, but then Zhao Wumian asked in confusion:
"What kind of witch game are you playing? I've used this trick on Xiang Ge countless times. Compared to your junior sister, you're still a bit green... Hurry up and comprehend it."

Meng Po looked blankly... Zhao Wumian didn't have this immortal aura last time.

How did it come to be like this... In any case, this is not something that can be easily repaired; Zhao Wumian must have suffered a lot.

His hair has all turned white; it's probably because he shortened his lifespan by getting it fixed...

At this moment, however, he generously offered her his insights, saying that this was more than enough to serve as a betrothal gift...

Meng Po's eyes were glistening with tears.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Zhao Wumian squeezed her small hand... It felt nice, but she didn't react.

So Zhao Wumian had no choice but to ask, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Meng Po then came to her senses, her eyes glistening, but her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was soft.

"Why are you so good to me... Apart from my master, no one has ever treated me like this..."

"I feel unworthy to receive this?" Zhao Wumian raised an eyebrow slightly.

Meng Po stared at him expectantly and said softly, "You owe me such a huge favor for no reason, how am I supposed to repay it?"

Zhao Wumian didn't intend to ask Meng Po what she wanted, but since the matter had come to this point, Meng Po probably wouldn't feel at ease if she didn't offer something, so she raised her hand to hug her small waist and smiled slightly.

"What do I want? As a demoness, don't you know?"

Meng Po's delicate body suddenly tensed up.

As expected, Zhao Wumian still coveted her beauty!

Meng Po's lips curled slightly, and suddenly she lost her emotion, replaced by excitement and smugness.

Zhao Wumian always acts as if he doesn't care about her beauty, which is making Meng Po lose confidence.

She wondered if Zhao Wumian, having seen so many beautiful women in the world, had lost his allure for her.

Looking at it now, hmph...

She leaned closer, her moist, crimson lips slightly pouting, her tone alluring.

"Is that so? Then what does Your Excellency wish to do? I almost forgot that I am now your prisoner..."

A concubine? A prisoner?
Zhao Wumian was slightly speechless, thinking to himself that Meng Po and Shen Xiangge were indeed worthy of being fellow disciples, getting into character in a second.

But with a beauty in his arms and such a hint, he certainly wouldn't stand there dumbfounded like a blockhead.

So he placed his palm on Meng Po's waist, then slowly slid it under her clothes, his fingertips caressing Meng Po's smooth and alluring skin.

"Is that so? Then I have no choice but to torture him a bit, otherwise it will be difficult to quell the war in the Western Regions... This is for the sake of all the people."

When Zhao Wumian made his harsh remarks in the court, he spoke with great force, but now, as he flirts with the enchantress, he has changed his tune.

"All living beings under heaven?" Meng Po's pretty face suddenly turned cold.

Zhao Wumian paused for a second, then changed the subject and said, "You're too beautiful, I can't resist you. If it weren't for some nonsense about the world and its people, I wouldn't care what they do."

The enchantress immediately smiled and continued to flirt with Zhao Wumian, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What does Your Excellency intend to do..."

Before the enchantress could finish speaking, she suddenly froze, only to see Zhao Wumian actually slide upwards and catch her...

As a woman from the Western Regions, Meng Po originally did not wear a bellyband, but only a thick undergarment. However, since being bullied by Zhao Wumian after being separated from Jian Nan, she has developed the habit of wearing a bellyband.

Even so, it's nothing more than a few different clothes.

Her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, not expecting Zhao Wumian to actually pull this stunt. Panicked, she struggled frantically, her face flushed, "You, you let go!"

"The prisoners say these things simply to add to the fun... Don't you know that?"

"What do you mean by adding to the fun? I, I'm going to tell your wife... oh!"

Before Meng Po could finish speaking, Zhao Wumian suddenly raised his hand, touched her chin, and leaned closer.

boo~
Meng Po's mind went blank for a moment, but she did not resist.

After a short while, she realized what was happening, but instead of being angry, she felt a sense of satisfaction.

Hmph! Getting married? So what if we get married!?
What's with the swagger? Aren't vixens just out to steal men?

I'll steal it, I'll steal it.

She was seething with anger today, but her position prevented her from expressing it.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Zhao Wumian's neck, but then realized that her identity was not right, so she loosened her arms and made a wronged look as if she were a prisoner being forced.

After an unknown amount of time, some strange noises came from inside the room. Luo Chaoyan got up to drink water, which suddenly brought Meng Po back to her senses.

She pushed Zhao Wumian away forcefully, like a spider demon, her lips curling into a thin line... She suddenly glared at Zhao Wumian again, but dared not speak her anger. She tightly gripped her dress and slipped into the next room in a flash.

Zhao Wumian didn't chase after him. He slowly got up, patted the hem of his robe, and went into the house.

A moment later, he remembered that the Everlasting Lamp of Flowing Clouds was lying on the ground, so he went out of the house to get it.

Everlasting Lamp of Flowing Clouds: ...

(End of this chapter)