Peace Order

Zhou Wangji and the others were stunned.

Yet Emperor Qin replied, "If it weren’t for all of you, I wouldn’t have Mr. Po Jun."

"I was once a humble man, trapped within the confines, and meeting Mr. Po Jun made me see the great potential of the world, like a hidden dragon breaking free from its depths, a bird soaring into the sky, no longer constrained."

Zhou Wangji’s old lips curled, then he clenched his fist and suppressed it.

Suppress it, suppress it!

He couldn’t suppress it at all.

Every old man of the Stargazing School’s Breaking Army sect had a smirk, as if seventeen or eighteen Fish and Water Swords could hang from their lips. Zhou Wangji coughed softly and glanced with some restraint at Yu Yanming, who was still shaken by Emperor Qin’s identity, and said:

"Your Majesty is too kind. To encounter such a wise ruler as Your Majesty is this brat’s fortune. However, I dare ask, could Breaking Army be considered your chief strategist?"

Li Guanyi replied, "The one who opened the world for me is Mr. Po Jun; the one who shares life and death with me is Mr. Po Jun. He is my left arm and right hand, indeed my chief."

Zhou Wangji opened his mouth, breathed out a sigh, finally satisfied.

"To be so, the highest good!"

For nearly a thousand years, the persistence and resentment passed down through generations finally dispersed. Only An Ruoxue was smart, her eyes subtly turned and said, "Did Your Majesty say you came here... to get married?"

Zhou Wangji and these old men of the Breaking Army sect finally snapped back to reality.

Yu Yanming likewise did.

The members of the Stargazing Lineage, all present-day talents, wore blue suits as the Ranger leaned a Divine Weapon on the ground and extended his right hand, smiling:

"Pharmacist Li, I came to seek the hand of Shaking Light."

All eyes fell on the white-haired girl over there.

Earlier, the white-haired girl had been carefree, but her body now froze.

[Xiao Yu’er and Li Nu’er Travel Log] Entry Seven:

As the amber full moon hung above the forest, the rings of the old pine tree began to turn. Li Nu’er licked the dandelion fluff off his paw, listening to the whispers deep within the tree hollow.

It was the old pine tree that had lived for five hundred years, with thick bark.

Dew hung from the branches, forming a star map on the ground, "When the old tiger from the west sky passes over Earth for the third time, you’ll encounter your story, an unending promise."

Li Nu’er shook his whiskers, proudly lifted his head, and began the quest for his story. The stripes on his back warmed slightly. He stepped onto moss-covered stone steps with the first ray of dawn. Dew wove a beaded curtain among flowers and grasses.

On the seventh night’s eve, the proud little cat with tiger stripes arrived at the lake. The water reflected two starry skies, a silver-white figure stirring the starlight with its tail: "Little stray cat." Its eyes were like melting moons, its voice clear:

"The shadow of the heavenly tiger has passed Earth twice already."

"What are you looking for?"

Li Nu’er replied, "I’m looking for a story, a traveler’s tale." That silver-white laughed, "There’s no story here, only me. Stories can’t be completed by just one cat; nor can it grow like mushrooms by being stuck in one place."

The proud little cat didn’t understand and scratched the rain-dampened weeds with his paw, saying, "You and I make two already."

"But we’ll part ways, and the story ends."

Li Nu’er tilted his head, watching the silver-white tail rise, curling a rainbow, saying, "Then let’s not part. When the tiger from the heavens runs over the river of stars for the third time until the moon falls into the river and is washed ashore.

"It’s all part of our journey."

"The story never ends."

...............

Boom!!!!

The sky and clouds were torn apart as a stream of light rushed forward, a rope dangling down, holding two figures, one drunken-looking fellow appearing around sixty, his waist adorned with carving tools and bamboo.

The other was an old man sitting on a turtle.

Old Siming pondered, "I don’t know why, I feel something’s off, but can’t pinpoint what’s wrong. What do you think will happen if we arrive and Li Guanyi and Shaking Light’s matters are settled?"

Tu Shengyuan’s mouth twitched.

Ancestral Father!

Please shut up!!!

As the wind struck, Tu Shengyuan’s mouth was forced wide open by the wind, narrowly avoiding being smacked by a bird dropping, dodging skillfully. Yet Tu Shengyuan’s face turned pale.

He sensed—

A certain white-haired fisherman was speeding up!

The Whale Hunter’s eyes reddened, missing his only daughter’s wedding was enough to drive him to tie up the two below and head to the North Sea for some fishing adventure.

Damn it, none of us should live!

If those guys found out, that Xu fellow would likely climb out of his coffin just to witness the fun.

Daughter, wait.

Father is coming!!!

Old Siming rolled his eyes but suddenly sensed something was amiss. A crystal stone at his waist seemed to glow subtly, as if the sleeping True Spirit within this mystical stone was awakening due to some great commotion.