Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Slender fingers gripped a blood-red longsword, its blade gleaming with dazzling light.

This swordswoman, rumored to be his child bride, had a face like a jade carving, skin as white as snow, and a smooth, jade-like complexion, exuding an otherworldly aura.

Seeing him staring at her, the sword-wielding woman, unusually, curled her lips slightly upward, revealing a confident and peaceful smile.

In the depths of winter, her smile was like a spring flower in full bloom, bringing joy to everyone.

Their eyes met, their gazes deep and bright.

Fan Zui saw the boundless wisdom and courage hidden in her eyes.

Deep within his pupils lies the intent of a sword; wherever the sword points, it seems to see through all the phenomena of the world and shatter all illusions.

The sword-wielding woman stood there simply, exuding an ethereal aura, like a fairy descended from heaven.

She exuded a mysterious and powerful aura.

The sword is powerful!

Behind her, accompanying her figure, seemed to be an invisible sword shadow, protecting her.

Fan Zui thought to himself, she is the embodiment of sword and immortal, power and beauty.

Beneath the falling snowflakes, she exuded a pure yet chilling aura.

It seemed to possess infinite power and wisdom.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing that he was staring at her, she, who was usually calm, finally couldn't help but feel a little flustered because she wasn't thick-skinned enough.

That feeling was strange, I can't quite put my finger on it.

Seriously, who stares at someone like that?

Aren't your eyes tired?

"It's up to you." That was the honest answer.

"..." fell silent.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back and could only look away, avoiding his gaze.

"Thank you."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Although she wasn't good with words, she could only try to find topics to talk about and try to ease the damn embarrassment.

He wasn't embarrassed, but she was...

"no need thank me?"

"..."

I just said thank you casually; I had no idea what I should thank you for.

Am I thanking you for coming to see me?

"I heard you called off your engagement?"

She walked to a nearby pavilion and sat down. The cold wind blew from all directions, but it could not bother her for a moment.

"Yes, I'll leave." Fan Zui followed closely behind and also came to the pavilion, but did not sit down, his gaze fixed on the east.

In such a cold winter, there is naturally no possibility of sunrise.

However, dawn broke much earlier than usual.

The snow on the ground reflected the light, illuminating all directions.

Before dawn, the room was already brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

"why?"

I never expected her to be interested in this kind of thing.

Do all girls love gossiping?

The swordswoman is also a woman.

"Difficult to have children with."

"???" The Nine Yin Sword Body practitioner was immediately stunned.

It wasn't that they were confused, but rather that they didn't understand why.

Such an answer was somewhat beyond her comprehension.

"The old lady once said that when looking for a wife, she should have a big bottom, so that she can give birth easily."

"..."

She instinctively gripped the blood-red longsword in her hand, turned her head away, and refused to look at him.

Only then did he suppress the urge to draw his sword and kill him.

Just say what you want to say, why are you staring at my butt?

It seems the rumors in the capital aren't entirely false; the person before me is indeed somewhat... well...

His gaze fell on the direction of the villa. With a beautiful woman in his arms at night, he was actually up so early.

Then, the conversation became more serious.

The two exchanged their sword-training experiences, jointly comprehending the essence of the Biluo and Huangquan swords. When the time came, they drew their swords and sparred.

They corroborate each other, and progress is extremely rapid.

In the study, a decrepit old man suddenly appeared, reeking of alcohol.

"What do you think of these two?" Lord Marquis of Destruction asked casually, clutching the cotton-padded coat he was wrapped in.

"A match made in heaven." The disheveled old man smacked his lips and said, the smell of alcohol wafting from his mouth, which made the World Destroyer Marquis, who had not drunk alcohol for ten years, frown slightly.

"Oh, I forgot, you have no cultivation now and can't drink alcohol. It's been ten years, hasn't it? Can you hold it in?"

As he spoke, he put away the wine gourd and waved his sleeve, dispelling the smell of alcohol from the room.

The white-haired lord's gaze fell on the wine gourd, he swallowed hard, but ultimately held back.

"Wine? You say it's rare."

The slovenly old man didn't expose him, ha!

"I'm asking about their talent, not whether they're a good match."

At this age, he's still so indecent and disrespectful.

I didn't get to drink any alcohol, but I was tempted by it, so it's not too much to make a few sarcastic remarks, right?

"...His talent is alright, about half of what I had when I was young."

The disheveled old man groaned, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Ha! The clever regent is too lazy to argue with him."

Half?

How dare you say that.

Being the same age as them, the two of them could knock your buck teeth out.

As they get older, they become more shameless.

"So, what brings you here?"

It's disturbing his sleep!

"Recently, the Southern Barbarian Empire has been making moves and seems poised to launch an invasion."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Marquis of Destruction remained calm and composed, not indulging in this stubborn and unyielding behavior.

"Fine, you don't have to get involved, anyway, you don't have many years left to live."

"If our 'Covering the Sky Project' fails, I'll definitely make you a fine coffin."

"..."

"I'll go then. This old man can go out and stretch his muscles."

The old man grumbled reluctantly.

He knew that good things wouldn't come his way.

It's definitely not going to be good if you go looking for him.

The Southern Barbarian Empire was teeming with wolves and jackals.

Hey!

We have no choice but to make the trip, otherwise things might really go wrong.

His lifespan is nearing its end. If he wants to live any longer, he can only pray that the "Covering the Sky" plan will be successfully completed.

This is the only way.

After more than a decade of planning, with the dawn of success now in sight, it's impossible to give up.