There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

This sword is entirely dark blue-black, unlike ordinary weapons that gleam with a sharp, bright light. Instead, it is as deep and mysterious as a pool at night, making it impossible to fathom.

Furthermore, a dark mist continuously emanated from the sword.

The mist was unlike ordinary smoke; it was more like the cold miasma that crawled out of a ditch in the depths of winter, adding a touch of desolation to this place where the earth's core fire surged incessantly.

Reverse scale.

With just one glance, Jiang Mo recognized the origin of the sword and immediately understood the mystery of the so-called Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon, and what kind of power it pointed to.

Time, it's time!

I should have figured all this out a long time ago!

What power can change the course of the world more than time? No matter how powerful or noble you are, in the face of the torrent of time, you will eventually turn into dust.

Even the most beautiful woman is nothing more than a pink skeleton.

In an instant, Jiang Mo had figured out many things. He looked at the Reverse Scale Sword that stood quietly at the end of the tunnel, and what came to mind was the scene in the original anime where Han Fei was in danger, and it was as if time and space were frozen.

Could this sword contain the power to stop time?

Seemingly sensing Jiang Mo's probing gaze, the Reverse Scale Sword reacted. The blade, which had been slightly rotating, paused, and an indescribable, invisible aura swept through the tunnel.

That sounded like the ringing of a sword.

But it didn't sound like the crisp, melodious sound of a legendary sword vibrating. Instead, it sounded like the mournful wailing of a woman whose once heavenly voice had been destroyed.

It is heartbreaking and unsettling.

"Trials...tests...to wield this sword...one must first prove one's own path..."

The indistinguishable voice reached his ears, yet Jiang Mo vaguely understood its meaning, and his expression changed drastically.

No, let's cancel!

Despite being drenched in sweat, Jiang Mo felt as if he were in an ice cellar. Without thinking, he quickly withdrew and retreated, but his usually swift and light movements now appeared clumsy.

The unparalleled lightness skill seems to be nothing but a joke.

Before the suddenly appearing cyan-black sword spirit, in this space where the entire world seemed to have frozen, it was so slow and powerless.

It looked exactly like a flying insect that had accidentally fallen into amber.

Only when fate is completely solidified can there be no possibility of escape.

The speed at which the sword blade, formed from the broken remnant, slashed down was not fast, but compared to Jiang Mo's movements, which seemed to have been slowed down several times, it was still as fast as lightning, leaving no room for dodge.

Just as the reverse scale was about to strike Jiang Mo, a light feather suddenly flew up.

That was a feather blade that had been gathering power between Jiang Mo's fingers for a long time. It flew out quietly, moving slowly under the influence of the reverse scale power.

But in the end, it still crashed into that broken blade.

This caused the sharpness that was originally aimed directly at Jiang Mo to inevitably deviate by an inch.

Despite the pain from the shattered blade tearing his shoulder, Jiang Mo turned and ran without hesitation.

Trials, tests?

Stop joking. More important than thieves not leaving empty-handed is staying alive. How can you fight an opponent who can almost stop time if you're unprepared?

The answer to Chapter 64 is Angelica sinensis.

For some reason, Hu Meier felt a little uneasy.

The moon-viewing party she had been eagerly anticipating had finally begun, but she wasn't as excited and expectant as she had been that morning. Even though countless new and interesting things awaited her, Hu Meier seemed rather distracted.

His gaze swept across the crowd again and again.

However, they were unable to find that guy, which made Hu Meier feel increasingly frustrated and irritable.

Where did that guy go?

The moon-viewing party, which has been planned for so many days, has finally been successfully held. As the person who contributed the most, you should enjoy this rare moment of prosperity and celebration.

Why did they disappear without a trace at this time?

An indescribable unease quietly fermented in Hu Meier's heart. Even though she hadn't seen Jiang Mo for a short while, there were inexplicable feelings surging within her.

It seemed that the other person would just disappear from her life so quietly.

As in the previous few times.

Barely maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, Hu Meier persevered until the end of the moon-worshiping ceremony. As she stepped down from the altar, she couldn't help but reach out and grab Chunlan's arm beside her.

"Sister Chunlan, have you seen where Jiang Mo went?"

Chunlan was clearly taken aback by Hu Meier's sudden question. She frowned and thought hard for a moment, but could only give an uncertain answer:

"Before, I saw him constantly running around and busy with various things."

"Could it be that you took a break or ate something during the moon-worshiping ceremony? Oh, Miss, where are you going?"

Before Chunlan could finish speaking, Hu Meier had already run out.

Like a fairy from the moon who sneaks off to visit the human world, she will hurriedly escape once discovered, leaving only her light and graceful silhouette for the world to see.

"Miss? Oh, Miss, where are you going? Didn't you say you were going to pick out the prettiest lantern first?"

Chunlan had originally planned to accompany Hu Meier to enjoy the moon-viewing festival, but unexpectedly, her young mistress suddenly seemed to lose interest and ran outside.

She was a little confused, so she quickly caught up with him.

No.

Jiang Mo was nowhere to be found in the bedroom, nor in the kitchen.

Amidst the festive atmosphere of the moon-viewing party, where lanterns were hung everywhere and laughter filled the air, Hu Meier wandered aimlessly, as if she had lost her soul and didn't know where to go.

"Miss, is there something important you need to tell Jiang Mo? Should we have someone find him...?"

This wasn't the first time Chunlan had asked this question, but Hu Meier had always shaken her head and denied it, saying there was nothing wrong. However, her eagerness to find someone couldn't be hidden from her.

Chunlan became increasingly confused, unable to fathom her young mistress's thoughts.

"There's no need for such a big fuss, it will spoil everyone's fun."

Hearing Chunlan's suggestion, Hu Meier couldn't help but be tempted, but she gently shook her head and declined, not wanting her own affairs to interfere with everyone's enjoyment of this rare event.

After saying that, she seemed to realize something and forced a smile at Chunlan:

"Such a beautiful and rare day, Chunlan, why don't you enjoy it? I'm not a child anymore, you don't need to always be by my side. If we don't go out and explore today, who knows when we'll have another chance?"

On these days when everyone can finally relax, only Chunlan remains dedicated to her post.

This made Hu Meier feel a little guilty, but Chunlan herself didn't complain. However, this time, she didn't refuse her young mistress's suggestion, but instead smiled and said:

"How could I, a mere servant, possibly appreciate so many pleasures?"

"Would it be possible for you, Miss, to accompany me on a tour of this moon-viewing festival and explain all these novelties?"

Hu Meier could easily tell that Chunlan had made up an excuse to accompany her, hoping that she could relax and fully enjoy the moon-viewing festival, so as not to miss this grand event and leave with regrets.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

With a smile, Hu Meier took Chunlan's hand and walked towards the bustling area, secretly thinking to herself:

Hmph, serves you right for disappearing. I'm going to play with Sister Chunlan now.

If you don't come soon, you might miss out.

The lanterns hanging everywhere made the already ornately decorated Huoyu Manor even more magnificent. The candlelight shining from the lanterns seemed to be tinged with the brilliance of various colors.

It was as dazzling as neon lights in later generations.

This added to the already bustling and vibrant atmosphere of Huoyu Manor, which was illuminated by countless lights.

The lanterns made by each craftsman have their own unique characteristics.

Some paintings are exquisitely crafted and worthy of praise, while others have unique and eye-catching designs. The sheer variety of works is breathtaking.

But if we're talking about which lantern can outshine all the others, then...

But the tall, nine-colored lotus lantern is the most remarkable.

Hu Meier had originally intended to boast to Jiang Mo amidst the rising and falling praises. However, as she led Chunlan to the nine-colored lotus lantern, she seemed somewhat uninterested.

I couldn't be bothered to even glance at that much-anticipated masterpiece.

Instead, he stared at an ordinary lantern, his gaze seemingly glued to it.

That lantern looks like a sparrow.

But perhaps the person making the lanterns wasn't very skilled; they didn't capture the lightness and agility of the lark at all, instead making it look round and chubby.

Perhaps when drawing the patterns, there wasn't much paint left, so they just dipped their brushes in ink.

This lantern is made to be only black and white.

It stood out as particularly inconspicuous among a cluster of dazzling lanterns.

Perhaps because she thought the sparrow made of the lantern looked silly, Hu Meier became somewhat interested in it and stared at it with an unconscious smile.

"If Miss wants it, you may take it."

The servant in charge of managing the riddle-solving and lantern-giving area was also quite perceptive. Seeing that Hu Meier had glanced at the lantern a few more times, he made a move to take it down.

She couldn't help but wonder to herself: With so many beautiful lanterns, why did the second young lady choose this one?

I don't understand.

"Let's follow the rules, Sister Chunlan, can you pick a riddle for me?"

Instead of reaching out to take the lantern, Hu Meier set an example by personally experiencing the fun of guessing lantern riddles. She took the wooden plaque with the riddle written on it from Chunlan's hand, her expression slightly taken aback.

"Raising my head to gaze at the bright moon, I search for a medicinal herb..."

When Chunlan saw Hu Meier standing there in a daze, she assumed that Hu Meier had encountered some riddle that she couldn't figure out, so she leaned over to think about whether she should give her mistress a hint.

But seeing this sentence left her a little confused.

Chunlan is quite familiar with medicinal herbs, but what connection could she possibly have with the phrase "raising her head to gaze at the bright moon"?

Chunlan looked up at the bright moon in the sky and tentatively guessed:

"Jade Toad?"