What is this for?
Jian Xingzhi was completely confused.
The sword cultivator furrowed his brows when he saw Jian Xingzhi remaining silent: “Was it you who hit someone? Didn’t you know that private fights are prohibited in the city of Huangcheng?”
“You have a city full of sword cultivators,” Jian Xingzhi, after hearing this, couldn’t believe it: “And you’re actually prohibiting fights?!”
The sword cultivator lifted his eyelids upon hearing this: “This city is full of sword cultivators. If fighting were allowed, how would anyone live here?”
What he said made sense, and Jian Xingzhi was at a loss for words. Seeing that he remained silent, the sword cultivator took out a binding rope: “Not speaking means you admit it. Let’s take him away.”
“Wait!”
Jian Xingzhi quickly reacted. He glanced at Yan Wushuang, who was lying on the ground and peeking at him, and immediately said, “He started it first.”
“My lord!” Yan Wushuang, lying on the ground with a face full of sorrow, said, “You know my abilities. How could I take the initiative to cause trouble?”
The sword cultivator hesitated for a moment. Jian Xingzhi quickly glanced around, then without hesitation, secretly struck himself with a palm, staggered back and fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
“My lord!” Jian Xingzhi leaned against the table, coughing up blood: “Look at what he’s done to me, I have internal injuries!”
As soon as he spoke these words, Yan Wushuang and the people from the Ju Jian Pavilion were all shocked and looked over. Jian Xingzhi, no longer displaying his earlier imposing demeanor, appeared frail and weak as he leaned against the table: “There are so many of them. How could I dare to cause trouble? They’ve beaten me to this state. Can you really say I’m bullying the weak?”
“You’re saying that…”
The sword cultivator looked at Jian Xingzhi, hesitating as he was about to speak up for him, when suddenly he heard a loud scream of “Ah!”
Everyone turned to look in Yan Wushuang’s direction. Yan Wushuang raised his hand with a broken finger: “My lord, my finger is broken.”
“Ah!”
Jian Xingzhi also let out a loud cry. Everyone turned to look, only to see Jian Xingzhi raise a hand that was dangling in the air: “My hand has been broken.”
“Good.” Yan Wushuang took a deep breath, turned his head, and stared at Jian Xingzhi: “You are very good, I’ll show you what real professionalism really is.”
Jian Xingzhi looked at Yan Wushuang’s expression and swung his broken hand: “Come on, let’s see what you’ve got!”
Yan Wushuang didn’t hesitate for a moment. With a sharp “crack,” he broke off one of his arms and one of his legs. The little boy exclaimed, “Senior Brother has broken an arm, a leg, and a finger!”
Yan Wushuang looked over proudly, but before he could say anything, he heard the little boy continue to exclaim in shock: “Both legs of that male pet are broken!”
Jian Xingzhi raised his eyes calmly and said: “Come on!”
Yan Wushuang took a breath of cold air: “Alright, you are cruel enough, let’s see how cruel you can be!”
As he spoke, Yan Wushuang raised his hand and struck his own leg bone. His face turned pale, and he gasped for breath before lifting his head to say, “Now, with both my legs, one arm, and a finger gone, can you still compare with me?!”
“Why not?”
Jian Xingzhi didn’t hesitate for a moment. He snapped all ten of his fingers, then violently swung the broken bones toward the intact ones. With a crisp snap, he broke the bones without hesitation, looked up and sneered, “I’ve already rendered all my limbs useless and broken all my fingers. If you want to defeat me, there’s only one place left. Can you do it?”
Yan Wushuang remained silent. He swallowed his saliva, trembling as he lowered his gaze to his lower body.
The Golden Sword Boy’s face changed dramatically when he saw this. He quickly grabbed Yan Wushuang’s hand and exclaimed in a panic, “Senior Brother, you can’t!”
“Fellow Daoist!” The sword cultivator, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally spoke up: “There’s no need, really no need to go this far. I believe you now.”
“My lord!”
Yan Wushuang raised his head with tears in his eyes: “You are really a fair judge…”
“I believe both of you have a problem with your heads. Take them!” The sword cultivator called out, “Take them back to the magistrate’s office and have their families come to collect them!”
“Wait!”
Yan Wushuang said anxiously: “My Lord, we are victims, we also want to…”
The sword cultivator interrupted him, his expression serious: “There was a report from a sword cultivator earlier, stating that there was a gang involved in fraud, and the situation today is highly similar.” The sword cultivator said seriously: “Let’s go.”
As he spoke, the sword cultivator ordered, “Take them both away!”
Jian Xingzhi and Yan Wushuang were both carried into the prison together. Being both crippled, they were placed in the same cell. The little boy, called the Golden Sword Boy, was locked in a side room. The others were not yet imprisoned and were all kept outside for the time being.
After Jian Xingzhi was locked up, the sword cultivator inquired about his identity and then went to notify his group to come and pick him up.
Qin Wanwan had just returned to Ning Manor, and Xie Gutang had just taken the medicine to apply to her, when someone notified her to come to the prison to fetch Jian Xingzhi. She was still sitting in a wheelchair, and was shocked hearing the news: “What did he do to be imprisoned?”
“Fighting in public.”
The sword cultivator who came to notify spoke in a stern tone. Qin Wanwan swallowed her saliva, her heart racing: “Beat… beat someone to death?”
“No,” the sword cultivator shook his head. Qin Wanwan was relieved: “Then how many did he injure?”
“One.” The sword cultivator said, then added, “Himself.”
Jian Xingzhi injured himself?
Qin Wanwan couldn’t believe it, but with the guard from Huangcheng magistrate’s office right there, she dared not think too much about it. She carefully inquired about the details and confirmed that Jian Xingzhi had encountered a scam and gotten into a situation. Without wasting time, she quickly called for Cuilu, Xie Gutang, Nan Feng, and the others, pushing her wheelchair towards the magistrate’s office.
When they arrived at the cell, Jian Xingzhi and Yan Wushuang were lying flat on the ground, shouting insults at each other. Both of them were unable to move their limbs, lying stiffly like corpses. Despite their helplessness, they were still engaging in a childish verbal fight.
“You are shameless.”
“You are even more shameless.”
“You are more shameless than that.”
“You are even more shameless than that!”
“Master!”
Qin Wanwan couldn’t bear to listen to such an image-damaging exchange of insults. Sitting in her wheelchair, she observed Jian Xingzhi lying on the ground through the wooden bars: “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Jian Xingzhi was silently practicing the Chun Sheng heart method: “It’ll be fine soon.”
Hearing Jian Xingzhi’s words, Yan Wushuang glanced at him sideways, his tone languid: “You’ll be fine soon? Your martial arts are impressive.”
“Heh,” Jian Xingzhi sneered: “How can a piece of trash like you ever understand my level?”
As he spoke, Jian Xingzhi connected his bones with a sharp clicking sound and sat up from the ground. He flexed his fingers and turned to glance at Yan Wushuang: “Just keep lying down.”
“Who said I should lie down?”
Yan Wushuang said, and with a series of sharp cracking sounds, he also sat up. Crossing his legs, he looked at Jian Xingzhi: “It’s just connecting the bones, You think you’re the only one who can do that?”
As soon as those words were spoken, everyone was stunned. Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi both stared at Yan Wushuang, using their Divine Senses to scan his body. To their shock, they saw the flow of spiritual energy within him was actually aligned with theirs!
“Chun Sheng…”
Jian Xingzhi murmured to himself. He actually sensed Chun Sheng in this small world, within Yan Wushuang’s body?!
“You, you know this technique?”
Yan Wushuang raised an eyebrow: “You’re quite knowledgeable.”
“Why do you know Chun Sheng?!”
Jian Xingzhi exclaimed urgently. Yan Wushuang propped his chin up: “Why should I tell you?”
“You!”
Jian Xingzhi was a little anxious, Qin Wanwan raised her hand to stop him: “Master, let me ask.”
As she spoke, Qin Wanwan looked at Yan Wushuang with a gentle expression: “I observe that you have a clear and refined temperament, so you must be an upright gentleman. Chun Sheng is a secret technique passed down within our sect. If you do not explain the origins of this technique, I fear it might lead to misunderstandings.”
Her words directly implied that Yan Wushuang had stolen the heart technique. As long as he was a sword cultivator with a shred of pride, he would undoubtedly feel the need to explain himself.
Unfortunately, she had overestimated Yan Wushuang. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground with his arms crossed and raised an eyebrow: “So what? What does your misunderstanding have to do with me?”
“Master.”
Seeing such an ignorant person, Qin Wanwan decisively raised her hand: “Beat him.”
“Wait a minute!”
Yan Wushuang immediately spoke up, “You all just want to gather information, right? Just pay up, no need for all this fighting and killing.”
“How much do you want?”
Cuilu furrowed her brow hearing this and asked. Yan Wushuang turned to look at her. Cuilu met his gaze, her eyes flickering slightly. Yan Wushuang then smiled faintly: “Two hundred spirit stones. One hundred are to make amends for you beating my Junior Brother today, and the other hundred is the price for answering your questions.”
“Make amends?”
Cuilu sneered: “I’m afraid you are tired of living…”
“Yan Wushuang.”
The prison guards suddenly walked in and interrupted Cuilu’s words. One of the prison guards came forward, opened the wooden fence, and called Yan Wushuang: “Come with us.”
“Alas!”
Yan Wushuang’s expression immediately changed. He quickly got up and followed the prison guards out.
Inside the wooden bars, only Jian Xingzhi remained, sitting cross-legged. Watching Yan Wushuang leave, Nan Feng couldn’t help but mutter, “What kind of person is this? A sword cultivator, yet so obsessed with money. Can he even use the sword well?”
“When he used the sword, you were still a baby.”
The Golden Sword Boy heard Nan Feng speak and answered coldly. Everyone looked over. Qin Wanwan didn’t quite believe him and asked: “You mean, he was a veteran once?”
“My Senior Brother was once the most renowned Sovereign Sword of Huangcheng.” The Golden Sword Boy said, with a hint of pride in his voice as he recalled the past: “At that time, Ju Jian Pavilion was the second-largest sect in Huangcheng, only after the Ning family, and even the Ning family had to show respect. My Senior Brother was the most promising sword cultivator in Ju Jian Pavilion, who reached the God Transformation stage in just two hundred years. Have you ever seen such talent?”
“Two hundred years,” Jian Xingzhi scoffed, “Some outstanding people have ascended long ago.”
Like him, he ascended in less than a hundred years.
This made the Golden Sword Boy particularly angry. He snorted coldly: “You are just bragging.”
“Then how did he become what he is today?”
Xie Gutang frowned, quite puzzled: “He is now… not even at the Nascent Soul stage.”
Hearing this, the Golden Sword Boy showed a gloomy expression.
“More than a hundred years ago, my sister-in-law passed away, which affected his Dao heart and damaged it. His cultivation dropped sharply. Since then, he has been stuck in the Nascent Soul stage, unable to make any progress. Don’t be fooled by his carefree demeanor, but if my sister-in-law was still alive, he would have been the top swordsman in Huangcheng.”
More than a hundred years ago.
Qin Wanwan became a little sensitive when she heard this time point: “Did something happen more than a hundred years ago?”
“What does it have to do with you?”
The Golden Sword Boy gave Qin Wanwan a cold glance: “I’m just reminding you that my Senior Brother is still capable of using the sword well.”
As he spoke, the sound of Yan Wushuang returning was heard from outside. He was flattering the prison guard and thanking him: “My lord, this is fine. Thank you so much. I’ll treat you to a meal another day…”
“Wang Ergou.”
[T/N: “Wang” (王) is a common Chinese surname, “Ergou” (二狗): “Er” means “two” and “Gou” means “dog.” So, Wang Ergou can mean, “The second dog, Wang”.]
Before Yan Wushuang could finish his sentence, the jailer impatiently shoved him back into the cell, locked him with iron chains, and then called out a name.
The entire place fell into silence. The Golden Sword Boy turned his head, and Yan Wushuang quietly urged, “Junior Brother, they’re calling you.”
“My name is the Golden Sword Boy!”
The Golden Sword Boy, his face flushed with embarrassment, corrected, “It’s Golden Sword Boy!”
The prison guard coldly repeated, “Wang Ergou.”
“Enough, enough, enough, stop shouting!” Golden Sword Boy kicked open the cell door: “I’m not deaf, shut your mouth.”
As he said that, the Golden Sword Boy walked out of the cell with a red face.
After watching him leave, the group looked back at Yan Wushuang.
In an instant, Yan Wushuang was surrounded by five people. He swallowed hard and pretended to appear calm: “I warn you all, don’t think you can intimidate me just because there are so many of you. If you want to know something, just say it.”
“This Fellow Daoist…”
Qin Wanwan hesitated on how to address him, Yan Wushuang immediately responded, “My name is Yan Wushuang.”
“Oh, Fellow Daoist Yan,” Qin Wanwan nodded, her curiosity prompting her to speak, “I have a few questions I’d like to ask Fellow Daoist Yan.”
“Ask questions? Sure.” Yan Wushuang relaxed, “Pay up first.”
“What do you want so much money for as a cultivator?!”
Cuilu was incredulous: “Why are you so obsessed with money?”
“Sister, don’t be ignorant of the cost of salt and rice nowadays. Ju Jian Pavilion is such a big sect, and it all depends on me to support it. If I don’t make more money, what will my little Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters eat? Stop talking nonsense—are you doing business or not? If you are, then put out 200 spirit stones.”
“Two hundred?!” Nan Feng exclaimed, “Are you trying to rob us?”
“Your Junior Brother is so rude,” Xie Gutang frowned, “Yet you still have the face to ask for money?”
“What are you talking about, My Junior Brother is rude? He’s just a bit lively and talks a little too much. But over on your side, your Daoist Qin directly beat someone to the point where even their mother wouldn’t recognize them! Isn’t she the one rude and cruel?”
“He stepped on my disciple’s face!” Jian Xingzhi immediately became angry.
Yan Wushuang turned to look at Jian Xingzhi and quickly retorted, “Have you never stepped on anyone else’s face?”
Jian Xingzhi was choked to speechlessness. Yan Wushuang continued to argue with everyone, still full of energy and aggression.
Qin Wanwan listened to his fierce retorts, and after a brief silence, she slowly spoke up: “I just heard that someone reported to the guards about a group of cultivators recently involved in scams, using various methods to swindle people.”
Hearing this, Yan Wushuang froze. Qin Wanwan calmly looked up and asked, “It was you, wasn’t it?”
“You… you are joking!”
Yan Wushuang’s eyes darted around, and Qin Wanwan nodded: “Then I’m relieved. Since it was not Fellow Daoist, we’ll go and report it to the authorities, saying that someone tried to scam my master and swindle money. If multiple people report the case, the truth will come out soon enough.”
After Qin Wanwan finished speaking, she turned to Xie Gutang: “Daoist Xie, let’s go.”
Xie Gutang nodded and began pushing Qin Wanwan’s wheelchair to leave. Seeing that Qin Wanwan was truly about to report the case, Yan Wushuang quickly called out to her, “Hey, wait! Let’s talk this through. How about 100 spirit stones?”
Qin Wanwan ignored him and continued to push her wheelchair out. Yan Wushuang became anxious and quickly said, “Fine, fine, I won’t ask for any money, we’ll call it even. Just don’t report it! What do you want to ask?”
“I just want to ask, more than a hundred years ago, did something big happen in Huangcheng?”
“Something big?” Yan Wushuang thought for a moment, then took out a wine gourd from his waist: “Nothing big happened.”
“Divine Lord Mingjing came to Huangcheng,” Qin Wanwan observed Yan Wushuang’s expression, testing him: “Isn’t that a big event? Back then, Ju Jian Pavilion was the number one sect in Huangcheng. You wouldn’t be unaware of such a thing, right?”
Hearing this, Yan Wushuang’s movements paused for a moment. After a while, he chuckled and said, “What exactly are you trying to ask? Divine Lord Mingjing was the City Lord of Guicheng back then, and he fell into demonic path overnight. If he came to Huangcheng,” Yan Wushuang took a sip from his wine gourd, “how would someone like me, a small fry, know anything about it?”
“What about the Chun Sheng heart method?”
Qin Wanwan frowned: “How do you know this?”
“This is something I should be asking you,” Yan Wushuang looked up: “How did you learn this heart technique?”
“This heart technique is passed down in my sect,” Jian Xingzhi stared at Yan Wushuang. “If you don’t explain it today, don’t even think about leaving this door.”
“Alright,” Yan Wushuang sighed and finally replied, “I learned it secretly.”
“Who did you learn it from?” Jian Xingzhi frowned.
Yan Wushuang took a sip of his wine and spoke honestly, “Divine Lord Mingjing.”
Jian Xingzhi was stunned hearing this. Yan Wushuang turned his head to look at them: “Any more questions?”
“Then, if you didn’t know about Divine Lord Mingjing’s arrival, do you know what his relationship is with the Ning family’s Ancestor?”
Qin Wanwan, seeing that Yan Wushuang was unwilling to answer those questions, decided to ask something that most cultivators would know. When Yan Wushuang heard the question, he scoffed lightly: “Who doesn’t know about that? Divine Lord Mingjing, whose real name is Ning Yanzhi, is the Ning family’s Ancestor’s—” Yan Wushuang dragged out his words, and everyone paid full attention to his next word. He then softly added, “Grandson.”
Everyone was stunned by the revelation, except for Cuilu, who stood there without any surprise.
Seeing their stunned expressions, Yan Wushuang showed a look of surprise. “No way? You guys didn’t know this? Lin Yanzhi is the grandson of the Ning family’s Ancestor. He’s the illegitimate child of the current clan leader, Ning Wenxu, and a courtesan. But he wasn’t raised in the Ning family, so most people outside don’t consider him part of the Ning family.”
“Why wasn’t he raised in the Ning family?”
Qin Wanwan pressed further. Yan Wushuang showed a puzzled look: “Such a private matter, how would I know that?”
“Then, do you know any other information? A hundred years ago, besides Divine Lord Mingjing’s arrival, was there anything else?”
“Nothing.”
Yan Wushuang spread his hands and shrugged, Qin Wanwan wanted to ask more, but just then heard Yan Wushuang asking back: “You asked me so many questions, now it’s my turn to ask you one.”
“What do you want to ask?”
Qin Wanwan furrowed her brow, and Yan Wushuang looked at Jian Xingzhi, then at her: “No outsiders have come to Huangcheng for many years. You have come all the way to Huangcheng, and you want to become the Sovereign Sword. The biggest advantage of becoming the Sovereign Sword is that you can meet Master Wuyou and ask him a question. With all this trouble you’re going through, what exactly are you trying to achieve?”
“To save someone,” Qin Wanwan answered truthfully.
Yan Wushuang took a deep breath, then raised his hands to applaud: “So it turns out to be a living Budhisattva. I truly admire you. May I ask, who is it that you’re trying to save?”
“It’s none of your business,” Jian Xingzhi countered, using Yan Wushuang’s own way of speaking. Yan Wushuang fixed his gaze on Qin Wanwan and asked, “Could it be the Ning family’s Ancestor you mentioned earlier?”
Everyone fell silent, and just at that moment, the loud voice of the prison guard echoed through the air: “Jian Xingzhi!”
As he spoke, the prison guard returned to the cell with the Golden Sword Boy. The Golden Sword Boy, in a bad mood, kicked the door open and sat down inside without hesitation.
He shot Jian Xingzhi a harsh glare. “Go and get scolded!”
Jian Xingzhi sneered, stood up, and followed the prison guard out without a word.
Yan Wushuang stretched lazily, and when Qin Wanwan looked over, she noticed a few strange patterns faintly visible on his collarbone.
The patterns were somewhat familiar but she couldn’t remember where she had seen them at the moment. She was worried Jian Xingzhi would cause trouble again, so didn’t think much of it and followed him out. Jian Xingzhi mainly had to give a statement, admit to his fighting mistake, and write a letter of guarantee.
When Jian Xingzhi heard he had to write a letter of guarantee, anger flared up in him. Qin Wanwan quickly held him back: “Master, calm down. I need to go back and apply some medicine!”
When Jian Xingzhi remembered that Qin Wanwan had come to get him while injured, his conscience finally kicked in, and he managed to hold back his anger.
After holding back his temper and writing a letter of guarantee, Jian Xingzhi was about to push Qin Wanwan’s wheelchair. However, Xie Gutang had already taken a step ahead and stood behind Qin Wanwan. As soon as he heard they were leaving, he immediately began pushing her out.
Jian Xingzhi’s hand froze in mid-air. He stood there stunned for a moment, then finally remembered that it was he who had asked Xie Gutang to push the wheelchair and protect Qin Wanwan from the start.
Feeling a bit annoyed, he scratched his head and walked out after them.
Qin Wanwan was pushed by Xie Gutang, her mind occupied with reviewing Yan Wushuang’s conversation. Her thoughts kept circling around the strange patterns she had glimpsed on his body earlier.
She hadn’t seen the pattern clearly, but it felt strangely familiar. As she thought back, just as they neared the door, it suddenly dawned on her—
It was Jishan.
The patterns on Yan Wushuang’s body—they were the strokes of Jishan!
Once she realized this, her mind became chaotic. She tried not to let it show, holding back her anxious emotions, and calmly instructed, “Everyone, go back and rest. It’s been a tiring day.”
“I’ll take you back to your room.”
Xie Gutang didn’t think much of it, pushing Qin Wanwan towards the room. Jian Xingzhi habitually followed: “Did you apply the medicine? Let me do it for you.”
“No need,” Qin Wanwan suddenly remembered something: “Master, you’ve had a hard day too. You should rest first. I’ll have Brother Xie help instead.”
Jian Xingzhi froze for a moment. He watched Xie Gutang push Qin Wanwan into the room, and for the first time he realized that he seemed to have been pushed away by Qin Wanwan.
He stood there, momentarily at a loss. 666 quickly tried to comfort him: “Master, the female lead is just worried about your injury and doesn’t want you to tire yourself out, so she’s purposely giving the work to someone else! She really cares about you!”
“Oh,” Jian Xingzhi snapped back to his senses and nodded: “You’re right. She must be worried about me. In that case, it’s a good opportunity for them to develop their feelings!”
Saying that, Jian Xingzhi headed towards his room, glancing at Qin Wanwan’s room as he walked, unable to resist sneaking a look.
After entering his room, he immediately rushed to the wall separating his room from Qin Wanwan’s and pressed his ear against it.
Xie Gutang pushed Qin Wanwan into the room. As soon as they entered, Qin Wanwan spoke up: “Brother Xie, don’t leave yet. I have something to ask you.”
Xie Gutang stopped moving and watched Qin Wanwan raise her hand to set up a barrier.
Once the barrier was set up, Jian Xingzhi could no longer hear anything.
He froze for a moment, his heart turned cold.
Qin Wanwan set up a barrier? Did she realize he was eavesdropping? Why did she put up the barrier? Was there something she didn’t want him to know?
In an instant, the scene from his dream flashed through his mind—being expelled from the Xie Manor by Xie Gutang, standing in the pouring rain, separated from Qin Wanwan by a closed door, both of them looking at each other from a distance, the cruel feeling of being so close yet so far. Jian Xingzhi’s heart trembled.
He sat dazed at the table, picking up the cold tea from the morning and taking a sip.
It was both bitter and cold, chilling to the bone, and his heart felt light.
Meanwhile, in the room, Qin Wanwan looked at Xie Gutang and lowered her eyes: “Brother Xie, I want to ask you something. A hundred years ago, did you ever come to the territory of Guicheng or Huangcheng?”
“A hundred years ago,” Xie Gutang pondered for a moment, “I was still in seclusion cultivation in the Realm of Life and Death, completely detached from the outside world. So, there are many things I’m not aware of.”
“Then, Yan Wushuang, do you think I have a chance of winning against him?”
Xie Gutang shook his head: “A top-tier expert like him, and you’re alone. I’m afraid it’s not possible.”
“What about you?” Qin Wanwan raised her eyes.
Xie Gutang thought for a while before nodding: “I can.”
“I want to ask Brother Xie for a favor,” Qin Wanwan recalled the patterns on Yan Wushuang’s collarbone and thought of her missing parents. Her voice became firm: “I want to capture Yan Wushuang alive. I have something I need to ask him.”
Xie Gutang nodded. He was usually not one to ask many questions, but this time, after a moment of thought, he couldn’t help but ask, “Is this something that can’t be known by the Senior?”
If it were possible, this tough task wouldn’t fall on him.
Qin Wanwan paused for a moment, then cleared her throat lightly: “There’s just no need.”
As it involved matters of Jishan, it was better not to mention it.
She didn’t want him to suddenly find out that she was the Lady of Jishan.
If the people of the Immortal Realm found out she had become his disciple, she would lose all face.
After all, she was twice his age, a 200-year-old, naturally-born celestial body and the exalted Lady of Jishan. To kneel before a 100-year-old, reckless young man as a disciple would be utterly embarrassing if anyone found out.
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【Mini Theater】
Qin Wanwan: “I have a big plan right now, all my focus is on my career.”
Jian Xingzhi: “I also have a big plan right now—I’m thinking of smashing this wall.”
