611: Chapter 611 Quietly Arrives at the Door

[You smiled: "People are always confident, but being overconfident is not a good thing."]

[Qin Han poked his head out from your shoulder and whispered, "Daddy, are you trying to stir up trouble again?"]

["What do you mean 'again'?"]

["It's just... every time you show this kind of smile, someone is going to be unlucky."]

[You reached out and flicked his forehead: "You're starting to understand me more and more."]

[Qin Han clutched his forehead and chuckled.]

[You stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the eight stars in the starry sky.]

["Should I make a Clone and sneak into each Realm to have some fun?" you muttered in your heart.]

[The Nascent Soul arena, the Soul Transformation arena, and the Void Refining arena.]

[Three grand competitions, three Realms, three identities.]

[After thinking about it, you shook your head again.]

[Forget it. If things get out of hand, the loss would outweigh the gain.]

[Seeing that you were silent, Qin Han asked in a low voice, "Daddy, are we going to watch the excitement then?"]

["Yes."]

["Just watch?"]

["What else do you want to do?"]

[Qin Han shrank his neck and stopped talking.]

[Looking at Qin Han, your eyes suddenly lit up, and you asked, "Can you transform into human form so that even a Mahayana Cultivator cannot tell?"]

["Human form? So ugly!" He had a look of disgust on his face.]

["Just tell me if you can or not."]

[He nodded reluctantly.]

["Then you're in for a treat. This time, I'll let you eat your fill!"]

[He stared at you with wide eyes, slyly showing a row of fine teeth, and let out a strange and excited smile.]

[The wind blew, and the gauze curtains fluttered.]

[The man and the beast just stood there, looking at the eight stars in the starry sky, silent for a long time.]

[You couldn't help but sigh with emotion—now, with just a few words, you could influence the fate of countless people and decide the life and death of many.]

[And sitting in this position, the most terrifying thing was not a lack of ability, but getting used to it. Getting used to control, getting used to looking down on others, and getting used to treating other people's lives as nothing.]

[Before you knew it, half a month had passed.]

[Starlight poured down, and the Nanyang Immortal Abode lay quietly in the starlight.]

[You sat by the window of the Moon-Watching Pavilion, holding a Jade Slip in your hand, sinking your Divine Sense into it, reading it word by word.]

[It was a message from Qi Yuan—the Heavenly Palace Elder Council was discussing the draft of the grand competition's detailed rules, and he asked for your opinion.]

[Qin Han sprawled on the table, belly up, with a piece of osmanthus cake in his mouth, chewing it until his mouth was full of crumbs.]

["Daddy, this cake doesn't taste good," he mumbled.]

["If it doesn't taste good, why are you still eating it?"]

["Because... because it's sweet." Qin Han took another bite, his cheeks puffing up like a hamster.]

[You shook your head and continued reading the Jade Slip.]

[Suddenly, your Divine Sense flickered slightly.]

[Outside the immortal abode, a figure landed in front of the steps.]

[It was a woman, wearing a light green gauze dress, the hem of her skirt dragging on the ground, gently lifted by the night wind.]

[She bowed her head, her hands folded in front of her, standing for a moment as if hesitating.]

[Then she raised her hand and gently knocked on the mansion door.]

[Manager Zhou's voice transmitted from outside the hall: "Star Lord, Young Miss Sima requests an audience."]

["So late." You put down the Jade Slip. "Let her in."]

[Sima Jing walked into the Moon-Watching Pavilion, her head slightly lowered, her eyelashes drooping. She wore a thin gauze dress, so thin that the outline of her shoulder blades could be seen, her waist bound very tightly, her skirt swaying gently.]

["Star Lord..." Her voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.]

["Sit." You pointed to the chair opposite you.]

[She walked over gracefully and sat down opposite you. Then she glanced up at you, quickly lowered her head again, and twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers, twisting it a few times, releasing it, and twisting it again.]

[Qin Han climbed up from the table, tilting his head to look at her, still holding half a piece of osmanthus cake in his mouth.]

["Young Miss Sima, visiting so late at night, is there something the matter?" You picked up your teacup and took a sip.]

[She fell silent for a few breaths, then raised her head, her gaze landing on your face, and her lips moved: "Star Lord... I can't sleep."]

["If you can't sleep, count sheep," you said casually.]

[She was stunned for a moment, then she smiled, a very light smile, and lowered her head, saying softly, "I did... I counted to ten thousand, but I still couldn't sleep."]

[Qin Han leaned over and whispered, "Daddy, is she sick? Her face is so red."]

[You gave him a slap.]

[Qin Han clutched his forehead, shrank back aggrievedly, and continued to nibble on the osmanthus cake.]

[Sima Jing looked at you two, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly, and suddenly asked, "Star Lord, you... living here all alone, aren't you lonely?"]

["I have him." You pointed at Qin Han.]

[Qin Han raised his head and grinned at her, revealing a row of fine teeth.]

[Sima Jing looked at Qin Han, then at you, an indefinable look flashing in her eyes. She bit her lip, stood up, walked around the table, and came to your side.]

["Star Lord..."]

[She squatted down, resting her hand on your knee, and looked up at you.]

["Can I... stay and keep you company?" Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and her cheeks were as red as if they were on fire.]

[You looked down at her.]

[She looked up, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips parted a little, and her breath brushed against your face, warm and carrying a hint of sweet fragrance.]

[Qin Han leaned over again: "Daddy, what is she staying to eat?"]

[You raised your hand and pressed him back onto the table.]

[Qin Han struggled a couple of times but gave up, lying on the table with his round eyes staring at Sima Jing, full of curiosity.]

[Sima Jing felt uncomfortable under your gaze. She lowered her head, her fingers gently rubbing your knee, her fingertips slightly cool and carrying a thin layer of sweat.]

[You picked up your teacup, took another sip, and then set it down.]

["Young Miss Sima."]

["Hmm?" She raised her head, her eyes filled with expectation.]

["Are you afraid of death?"]

[Her smile froze on her face.]

["Yes," she said softly.]

["Then go back to sleep."]

[She was stunned in place, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.]

[You stood up, turned around, and looked out at the starry sky. Eight stars hung in the heavens, emitting a faint glow like eight eyes, coldly watching this world.]

["Star Lord..." She stood up and stood behind you, her voice carrying a trace of grievance. "Do you... think I..."]

["There is nothing wrong with you." You didn't turn around. "It's just... it's not convenient for me these past few days."]

["Not conven..." She didn't finish the words on the tip of her tongue, but sighed softly. "Star Lord, I understand."]

[She turned and walked toward the door.]

[Reaching the threshold, she suddenly stopped, looked back at you, and said, "Star Lord, I won't give up."]

[Then she walked out.]

[The night wind blew in, fluttering the fur on Qin Han's head. Lying on the table, still chewing the osmanthus cake, he said indistinctly, "Daddy, she seems to be crying."]

["Mm."]

["Aren't you going to chase after her?"]

["Chase after her for what?"]

["Chase her! That's how it's always written in the storybooks—the man chases her out, and the woman stops."]

[You turned around and flicked his forehead: "Read fewer of those nonsense storybooks."]

[Qin Han clutched his forehead and chuckled.]