Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

"Bang!"

Yuan Tiangang suddenly raised his left hand, transforming it into a blade, and with terrifying, destructive power, slammed it into the assassin's chest.

A muffled, explosive sound was heard.

A shocking palm print suddenly appeared on the back of the "Kill"-level assassin. Immediately afterward, his heart was shattered into a pulp inside his chest cavity by the domineering force of the energy!

The assassin's eyes bulged out suddenly, his body convulsed violently, and then he slumped down limply like a rag doll, completely lifeless.

Yuan Tiangang tossed the corpse into the mud pit as if it were trash.

There were three surviving assassins from the Luo Wang organization nearby.

They were originally responsible for perimeter security, but now they were terrified by the horrific scene before them, which resembled a god slaughtering mortals. Their hands gripping their swords trembled violently, their legs felt like lead, and they had lost even the courage to flee.

They are assassins of the Net, trained to the most brutal methods, and unafraid of death.

However, they were terrified of this utterly helpless despair, akin to facing a natural disaster!

Yuan Tiangang slowly turned his head, his cold bronze mask facing the three trembling assassins.

Just as he was about to raise his hand and use the Heavenly Gang Technique to completely annihilate these ants.

Suddenly, his movements paused slightly.

Beneath the mask, a flicker of intense, fanatical awe and reverence suddenly flashed in those eyes that were originally filled with murderous intent and ruthlessness.

Deep within his mind, a clear and authoritative voice resounded:

"I am currently residing at Zilanxuan in Xinzheng, South Korea."

It's a message from His Highness!

Yuan Tiangang's body, which was as strong as steel, trembled slightly, not from fear, but from extreme excitement.

Then, Yuan Tiangang's figure suddenly became blurred in a gust of wind.

In the next instant, he transformed into a blur that was almost invisible to the naked eye, disappearing like a ghost into the vast night and the dark forest, leaving behind only a pile of mangled corpses and the three Net assassins who were completely submerged in the mud.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The city of Xinzheng gradually awakens with the sounds of morning bells and evening drums. The cries of street vendors, the rumble of horse-drawn carriages, and the chatter of pedestrians intertwine to create a vibrant, secular scene.

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the mornings at Zilan Pavilion are exceptionally quiet.

The revelry and extravagance of last night have faded away, leaving only a faint scent of perfume and wine in the air.

Most of the girls were still asleep, with only a few maids responsible for sweeping and cleaning bustling about quietly in the corridor.

Li Chengze pushed open the door to the top-tier private room and slowly walked out.

Today he changed into a black brocade robe, with intricate cloud and thunder patterns embroidered in gold thread on the lapels and cuffs. A leather belt inlaid with mutton-fat jade was tied around his waist, which made his tall and slender figure appear even more dashing.

After a night's rest, he was in excellent spirits. His deep eyes shone like cold stars, and he exuded an air of composure and nobility that made people dare not look directly at him.

"The mornings in Xinzheng City have a unique charm."

Li Chengze walked to the railing on the third floor, looked down at the empty hall below, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't ask anyone to serve him, but planned to stroll around the streets alone, to experience the local customs and culture of this Korean capital firsthand, and incidentally... to see how much corruption and evil was hidden beneath this seemingly prosperous facade.

He walked slowly down the carved wooden staircase to the first floor.

Just as he reached the corner on the second floor.

"Squeak—"

The tightly closed doors of Zilan Pavilion were suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The bright morning sunlight streamed in through the open door, casting a long shadow on the ground.

Along with the sunlight came a slightly unruly figure.

The newcomer wore a purple brocade robe, the lapel slightly open to reveal a white inner shirt, giving him a somewhat unrestrained and unconventional air. He carried an exquisite wine gourd in his hand, and although his steps were steady, his eyes revealed a hint of languor from a hangover the previous night.

His features were extremely handsome, especially his eyes. Although they seemed to carry a hint of cynical smile, the occasional glint of light revealed that he possessed extremely keen insight and unfathomable wisdom.

It was Han Fei.

As soon as Han Fei entered, he habitually raised the wine gourd in his hand, tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, letting out a satisfying sigh.

"The wine from Xinzheng City is still the best to my liking."

He muttered to himself as he looked up, his gaze casually sweeping across the hall.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Li Chengze, who was walking down the stairs.

Han Fei paused slightly, then a bright, even slightly mocking smile immediately appeared on his face.

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

Han Fei paused slightly, then a bright, even slightly mocking smile immediately appeared on his face.

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

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He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

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He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

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He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

Han Fei paused slightly, then a bright, even slightly mocking smile immediately appeared on his face.

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

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He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."

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He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist and strode towards the stairwell.

"Oh my! Who do we have here at Zilan Pavilion so early in the morning? It's Brother Li!"

Han Fei's voice was loud, filled with exaggerated surprise and the joy of reuniting with an old friend, instantly breaking the tranquility of Zilan Pavilion in the early morning.

Li Chengze stopped and stood on the steps, looking down at Han Fei who was walking quickly towards him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Li, did you stay at Zilan Pavilion last night?"

Han Fei walked up to Li Chengze, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Yes, I didn't have a place to stay in Xinzheng. I heard that the wine at Zilanxuan is exceptional, so I stayed there after drinking until midnight yesterday." Li Chengze nodded.

"Oh? Brother Li, are you feeling alright now?"

Han Fei asked a question.

Li Chengze nodded.

"Drinking alone is really boring. Brother Li, would you like to keep me company?"

Without saying another word, Han Fei grabbed Li Chengze and turned to head upstairs to the private room.

Just as Han Fei turned around and pulled Li Chengze to take a step,

Li Chengze's body suddenly paused slightly.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had been calm as still water.

He felt a gaze upon him.

An extremely cold, sharp, and almost tangible gaze was fixed on him from above.

Li Chengze did not stop. He slowly turned around, following the pull of Han Fei.

In the brief moment of turning around, he casually raised his head and glanced in a direction deep in the second-floor corridor.

At this moment, the carved wooden door of the private room was tightly closed, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

But Li Chengze knew that behind that door, a pair of eyes were coldly watching his and Han Fei's every move through the crack in the door.

Li Chengze's gaze collided with that invisible gaze in mid-air.

There were no sparks flying, nor any earth-shattering burst of energy.

It was just a fleeting, indifferent exchange of glances.

But in that brief moment, a very subtle smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chengze's lips.

"Wei Zhuang..."