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Chapter 7: Part Two

Chapter 7
Banyue, where the xinlan flowers grow...

Part Two
"You are always welcome at the shrine..."

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Releasing Ruoye, it bounds Nan Feng and Fu Yao's arms. Both men struggle but their attempts are in vain.

"What are you doing?!" Nan Feng shouts, only to freeze when a chill crawls down his spine. Both men mechanically turn their head in the lady's direction, only to see her unsmiling gaze.

"Get. Out."

At the side, San Lang scooches away inch by inch. Gege, help!

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"How is it? Does your veil move around too much?"

"It is fine. Xie Lian," the lady holds back her temper as the group follows the North Star, in the direction of where the Kingdom of Banyue used to be. "I have no need for this veil, in any case whatsoever. It hinders my sight instead."

"You have to wear it," the scrap collector insists, fixing the conical hat he lent to Yunmei when he notices it becoming crooked. "Although we are travelling as a group, a lone lady travelling with a bunch of men might spread rumors. You might not care for your reputation but you're my friend, and I don't wish for others to badmouth you."

In addition to the conical hat, the white veil covering Yunmei's face, San Lang has also lent his plain red robes to her. It hides Yunmei's feminine figure, giving others the illusion that this veiled, red-robed lady is a young youth in his prime.

"Remember not to lose your temper. If you really can't hold it in, we have those two servants to take the brunt of your anger, Yun-jie." San Lang smiles and points a thumb at Nan Feng and Fu Yao.

Nan Feng: "... for a tagalong, you have a lot to say."

San Lang sticks his tongue out, clinging onto Yunmei's arm. "Jiejie, look, he's being rude to me again~"

"That is because you are being a naughty gh— naughty child again, San Lang. If you simply quiet down for an incense stick of time, perhaps he would be polite to you in the same amount of time." Yunmei smoothly goes over her mistake, that everyone else did not notice her slip of the tongue.

Fu Yao suddenly adds in his thoughts, "In any case, I get that youth's sudden involvement in this task. What about you, Lady Yunmei?"

"I did have a hand in helping San Lang run away from home so I feel responsible for him. Do not worry, I shall make sure that this person will not interfere with your task."

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"Yunmei, San Lang," Xie Lian calls out. "Are you cold?" Night has arrived in the Gobi desert. Although it is not as cold as winter nights, this temperature is enough to chill humans.

However, for Yunmei who suffered centuries of bone-chilling temperature and San Lang who spent several years in the cold that can even freeze the gods, this temperature is simply child's play. The two share a look and San Lang ends up gently nudging the lady.

Yunmei sighs and begins her act as an ordinary lady cultivator who was born a noble. "This temperature is not much. The night is short so this lady can handle this little thing." But to everyone, the tremors of her hands are obvious.

Fu Yao, who is a little afraid of Yunmei after getting kicked out of Puqi Shrine earlier, is about to lend his robe when Nan Feng, who received quite the fright from earlier's incident, is one step ahead. The moment his robe wraps around the lady, silence befalls the group.