Chapter 105 Heaven-Splitting God

"To... tonight..."

Qingxuan Old Ancestor stared at the scout's pale face; his knees buckled, and he slumped onto the prayer mat.

The golden cage he was holding rolled away.

There was no sound in the side hall.

It's over...

Qingxuan Old Ancestor's head buzzed, and the scene before him began to spin. He thought back on his life. It hadn't been easy to rely on Senior Gu and be offered up to the Dragon Clan of the Upper Realm, thinking he could eat and drink well and live a stable life.

And the result?

He had been "The Chosen Son" for less than half a day, and before the good times could even begin, the God Lord of Xuantian Hall was coming to smash the door down with a world-breaking shuttle.

That was a God Lord. A casual breath could crush his old bones. Arriving tonight was like King Yama slapping a death warrant on his forehead.

Qingxuan Old Ancestor sat on the ground, holding his head in his hands, crying out in his heart, "Oh Heavens, what on earth did this old man do for you to play with me like this? If I had known, I would rather have stayed in the Lower Realm sweeping floors than undergo Ascension."

He was utterly despondent, ready to lie flat and wait for death.

Elder Green Dragon's voice sounded in his ear. His face was also pale, but his eyes were steady.

"The Chosen Son, The Chosen Son, you needn't be so panicked..."

While pulling Qingxuan Old Ancestor up, Elder Green Dragon lowered his voice and spoke rapidly, "The God Lord of Xuantian Hall is making such a huge commotion, even using a world-breaking shuttle. Those old fellows in the ancestral grounds of the Dragon God Domain—it's impossible they wouldn't know about such world-destroying Law fluctuations."

Qingxuan Old Ancestor was halfway up when he heard the words "ancestral grounds" and froze.

"Ancestral grounds?"

Qingxuan Old Ancestor blinked, his brain starting to work.

Right.

There were people above the Dragon Clan.

He was currently the "The Chosen Son" being treated as a treasure by the Dragon Clan. If the people in the ancestral grounds knew someone was coming to cause trouble, could they just ignore it?

Wouldn't that mean there are reinforcements?

As soon as this thought appeared, Qingxuan Old Ancestor's legs were no longer weak, and his back no longer ached.

He shook off Elder Green Dragon's hand and stood up on his own.

He first looked down, patted his long robes, then walked quickly over to pick up the golden cage that had fallen on the ground and wiped it clean.

Having done this, he straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Elder Green Dragon out of the corner of his eye.

"Panicked? Who... who's panicked?"

Qingxuan Old Ancestor cleared his throat and put on a stern face. "This old man was... was sitting down to reflect. Reflecting on how to break the deadlock, do you understand? In the face of a great enemy, one can only think of a countermeasure by calming the mind."

Elder Green Dragon opened his mouth, looked at Qingxuan Old Ancestor's still-trembling calves, and said nothing.

Just now, you were clearly lying on the ground with your eyes rolling back, barely able to breathe.

Seeing that Elder Green Dragon remained silent, Qingxuan Old Ancestor quickly changed the subject, pretending to be calm as he coughed twice. "Ahem... well, since you mentioned the ancestral grounds. Who do you think they will send this time? What cultivation level? Can they defeat that crazed God Lord?"

Elder Green Dragon snapped out of it and answered honestly, "To answer The Chosen Son, this old servant does not dare to guess the thoughts of the lords in the ancestral grounds. But this matter concerns the face of the Dragon Clan and, more importantly, your safety. The person sent by the ancestral grounds will be at least in the Divine Venerable Realm."

"Divine Venerable?"

Qingxuan Old Ancestor was overjoyed. "It's stable, it's stable now."

He still maintained a profound expression on his face, nodding slowly. "Hmm, that's acceptable. This old man expected as much. A mere God Lord of the Human Race dares to run wild in my Dragon Domain? Do they really think my Dragon Clan has no one? The ancestral grounds naturally won't ignore it and will teach him a lesson."

Elder Green Dragon's eyes grew warm, looking at Qingxuan Old Ancestor with admiration.

"The Chosen Son indeed had plans all along! To remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapses before him—this Heart-Nature is truly a blessing for our Dragon Clan."

Qingxuan Old Ancestor stroked his beard smugly.

But in the next breath,

The hand stroking his beard stopped.

The smile on his face froze bit by bit.

Wait.

Someone from the ancestral grounds is coming? And an old fellow in the Divine Venerable Realm?

Those old monsters have incredibly sharp eyes. If they come and just take a casual glance, discovering that this old man is actually a fake who isn't even as good as a Profound Immortal...

Deceiving the ancestral grounds and impersonating The Chosen Son—that crime... would be ten thousand times worse than being slapped to death by a God Lord.

Qingxuan Old Ancestor felt a chill rush to the top of his head. He had just escaped the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's mouth.

He grabbed Elder Green Dragon's sleeve. "Right, this... this old man needs to enter seclusion."

Elder Green Dragon was stunned by this action, staring at him blankly. "Huh? Seclusion at a time like this? Why?"

Qingxuan Old Ancestor took a deep breath, trying to make his expression look tragic.

"This old man has been stranded in the Lower Realm for so many years that my cultivation has long since hit rock bottom; it's truly unsightly."

He gritted his teeth, looking pained. "Now that I've returned to the Dragon Clan and a great enemy is upon us, if I don't quickly restore my strength, how can I face the Seniors of the ancestral grounds? How can I convince the masses? And how can I bring glory to the Dragon Clan?"

Elder Green Dragon was dazed.

He looked at Qingxuan Old Ancestor's face, flushed with shame, and tears began to flow.

"The Chosen Son..."

Elder Green Dragon's voice choked as he knelt on the spot. "In the face of a great enemy, you disregard your own safety and only think of restoring your strength to revitalize the Dragon Clan... For The Chosen Son to be so diligent, this old servant kowtows to you on behalf of the ancestors of the Dragon Clan."

Looking at the weeping Elder Green Dragon on the floor, Qingxuan Old Ancestor wiped the sweat from his forehead.

No matter what he thinks, as long as I can find a reason to hide and not see anyone, even saying I'm in seclusion to have a baby would be fine.

Qingxuan Old Ancestor bent down to help Elder Green Dragon up, looking serious like a thief. "Elder, this matter... do not make it public."

Elder Green Dragon stopped wiping his tears and was stunned. "Why? The Chosen Son is being so diligent; the whole clan should know to boost morale."

Qingxuan Old Ancestor patted his shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Think about it. The ancestral grounds just sent someone to support us, and I immediately hide in seclusion. What will outsiders think? What will those clansmen who don't understand think?"

"Will they think this old man is someone who fears death? Will they think this old man is intentionally avoiding the people from the ancestral grounds, putting on airs and refusing to meet?"

Elder Green Dragon's eyes widened as if he had been enlightened.

"That's right. The lords of the ancestral grounds have always valued rules. If such a misunderstanding were to occur, it would be a huge blow to your reputation, The Chosen Son."

Elder Green Dragon nodded repeatedly,

"The Chosen Son's considerations are thorough; this old servant cannot keep up."

"Therefore..."

Qingxuan Old Ancestor leaned into his ear and whispered, "Only you and I should know about the seclusion. To the outside world, just say... say that this old man is studying an ancestral Cultivation Technique and has reached a critical moment that requires peace of mind. No one is allowed to disturb me."

He paused and gritted his teeth for emphasis. "Especially those from the ancestral grounds—no matter how they ask, absolutely do not say where I am in seclusion. Just say you don't know either."

Elder Green Dragon looked solemn and cupped his fists heavily. "Understood. Even if it costs this old servant's life, I will never let anyone disturb your quiet Cultivation, The Chosen Son."

Qingxuan Old Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

After taking two steps, he came back and added one more thing.

"And about that Senior in white... don't tell him either."

Elder Green Dragon was completely stunned.

"...?"

"But the Senior's kindness to you is as heavy as a mountain; you won't even tell him?"

Qingxuan Old Ancestor sighed and looked out the window. "That Senior is busy with great matters every day and has power that reaches the heavens. This small matter of my seclusion needn't trouble him."

Elder Green Dragon's body shook, and he was filled with deep respect.

"The Chosen Son is truly considerate. This old servant obeys."

Qingxuan Old Ancestor said no more, held the golden cage, and like a gust of wind, ducked into the innermost secret room of the side hall and locked the door.

...

Meanwhile.

Far away from the Dragon Domain, deep in a Void Realm shrouded in Chaos mist.

Dragon God Domain,

Chaos Main Hall.

A massive Dragon-shaped shadow was coiled in the Chaos airflow; with every breath, star systems were born and destroyed.

The Dragon Ancestor was currently in seclusion, Cultivating.

Suddenly,

His closed, dark-gold eyes slowly opened, a hint of doubt flashing in their depths.

"Hmm?"

The Ancestor's Divine Sense crossed the starry sky, casting toward the direction of the Dragon Domain.

He discovered two things.

The heavenly secrets of the Dragon Domain were obscured by some very clever means; even he, from such a distance, could not see through what was happening inside.

Furthermore, outside the Dragon Domain, someone was recklessly attacking the Ancestral Dragon Array.

Coldness surfaced in the Ancestor's eyes, and his voice rang out in the hall.

"A God Lord of the Human Race? Daring to take action on the Dragon Clan's territory?"

As the Ancestor's voice fell, the Chaos mist in the dark corners of the hall churned violently.

Piercing golden light tore through the mist.

The figure of the Dragon Clan's Divine Venerable Lietian appeared.

He wore dark-gold heavy armor, surrounded by sharp Laws that tore through space, and his messy golden hair moved without any wind.

He strode to the center of the hall and knelt on one knee.

Although he tried his best to restrain it, the fury in his voice could no longer be suppressed.

"Ancestor, your subordinate requests to descend to the Lower Realm."

The Ancestor did not move, only slightly lifting his eyelids, his dark-gold pupils looking at him. "Oh?"

Divine Venerable Lietian looked up, his face full of irritability. "What kind of thing is that Human Race God Lord? To dare run wild on the Dragon Clan's territory? What does he take the Dragon Domain for? A public toilet? Coming and going as he pleases?"

He suddenly stood up and gave a heavy cold snort. "If I don't give him a bloody lesson, he'll really think my Dragon Clan is easy to bully. Your subordinate will go now and hang that God Lord's head outside the Dragon Domain for public display."

The Ancestor did not immediately respond to Divine Venerable Lietian's request.

He closed his eyes, a Dragon scale mark appeared, and his Divine Sense began to deduce forward along the long river of time.

A moment later.

The Ancestor's furrowed brow slowly smoothed out, and he suddenly opened his eyes, the doubt and coldness in them gone.

Replaced by wild joy.

"That Empress of the Human Race..."

"Her Origin state... is not right."

Divine Venerable Lietian was stunned. "The Empress? What happened to her?"

The Ancestor stared into the Void Realm.

A low laugh rang out in the Chaos Main Hall.

"So that's how it is... so that's how it is."

"Heaven is helping this seat. That Empress has suppressed the myriad races for so many eons, and now she finally shows a flaw. With the Divine Treasury opening in a year, the greatest obstacle to this seat's Breakthrough to God Emperor has actually developed a problem on its own."

Divine Venerable Lietian was already waiting for the Ancestor's command; upon hearing the secret that "the Empress's state is not right," the Battle Intent in his eyes completely flared up, and he could no longer sit still.

"Ancestor, since that's the case, your subordinate should go down immediately."

Divine Venerable Lietian took a step forward. "With this trip, your subordinate can kill three birds with one stone. I will investigate the obscured abnormalities in the Dragon Domain; deal with that Human Race God Lord to establish the prestige of our Dragon Clan; and finally—"

He paused, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"Since the Empress's state is not right, could the young man in white who was rumored to have refined the heaven-reaching tower some time ago also be related to her abnormality? Your subordinate will investigate his background thoroughly this time."

The Ancestor stopped laughing, looked at the high-spirited Divine Venerable Lietian, and nodded slowly.

"Go."

The Ancestor's tone returned to being deep and mysterious. "Investigate clearly. But remember, watch first, probe their depths, and do not be in a hurry to act. Now is not the time for an all-out war."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Divine Venerable Lietian's mouth.

"Act? That depends on whether that Human Race God Lord knows what's good for him. If he gets lost obediently, then so be it, but if he still dares to jump around on the Dragon Clan's territory—"

He didn't finish, but his clenched fist had already crushed a portion of the Void Realm, the meaning clear.

Divine Venerable Lietian turned around, his figure slowly merging into the Void Realm.

Before leaving, he spat disdainfully. "Those branch families in the Dragon Domain are truly a bunch of trash. They can't even stop a mere God Lord and can only shrink into their shells when someone smashes their door, requiring this venerable one to personally make the trip."

As the words fell,

The golden light completely dissipated.

...

Meanwhile.

In the Three Thousand Great Worlds, the center of the Human Race's territory.

The Divine Court.

Outside the main hall, space rippled like water.

Jiang Wanyin stepped out of the Void Realm barefoot and walked directly toward the Divine Court's deliberation hall.

At this moment, in the hall,

It was already filled with the high-level officials of the Human Race's Divine Court.

Just half an hour ago, the news that the God Lord of Xuantian Hall had mobilized the world-breaking shuttle and did not hesitate to burn a hundred thousand years of Lifespan to forcibly attack the Dragon Clan's Ancestral Dragon Array had already spread through the Divine Court like the wind.

The commotion was too great; even the surveillance Formations set up by the Divine Court on the edge of the Star Domain had clearly captured the God Lord Realm Law fluctuations coming from the direction of the Dragon Domain.

Directly above the hall,

Beaded curtains hung down.

The Empress sat behind them, her body hidden in the flowing divine light, only a majestic shadow visible.

Jiang Wanyin entered the hall and took her place in the ranks.

A high-level Divine Court official in charge of intelligence was reporting, "Your Majesty, it has been clarified. The God Lord of Xuantian Hall is attacking the outskirts of the Dragon Domain like a madman this time to capture the Thunder Emperor who betrayed the sect years ago, Lei Wanjun."

"The Heaven-Viewing Mirror of Xuantian Hall found Lei Wanjun's Origin Thunder Aura and confirmed he is hiding in the Dragon Domain. Only then did the God Lord bring the world-breaking shuttle to demand him by force."

After the report was finished,

The hall immediately erupted into a commotion.

Several high-level officials in the Divine Venerable Realm frowned and discussed in low voices.

"Xuantian Hall is crazy. To catch a traitor, they actually went directly to smash the Dragon Clan's Ancestral Dragon Array. This is bound to infuriate the Dragon Clan."

"Lei Wanjun was a great disgrace to Xuantian Hall back then. Xuantian Hall has been hunting him for a million years. This time they are determined to eliminate him, even at the cost of their reputation."

"What's the reaction from the Dragon Clan? That world-breaking shuttle is very powerful; the Dragon Clan can't just play dead."

The reporter showed a difficult expression, "The current situation inside the Dragon Domain is unclear. But the Dragon Domain is, after all, a Realm under the Dragon Clan. One must look at the master before hitting the dog. Those old fellows in the Dragon Clan's ancestral land will definitely not ignore it."

Behind the bead curtain,

The sound of tapping fingers was heard.

The discussion in the hall stopped immediately.

The Empress had no interest in Lei Wanjun's life or death. Xuantian Hall's domestic affairs were not worthy of her concern.

What she truly cared about was whether the Dragon Clan would use this matter to stir up trouble.

The Xuantian Hall God Lord attacking the Dragon Domain was equivalent to putting a knife to the Dragon Clan's neck. Those old monsters of the Dragon Clan might use this as an excuse to make things difficult for the Human Race and test the Divine Court's bottom line.

Furthermore, Lei Wanjun had been hiding for a million years without being discovered. Why did he expose his whereabouts in the Dragon Domain at this particular time? Why was the Xuantian Hall God Lord in such a hurry to act that he would even burn his Lifespan?

"The Dragon Domain cannot only have Dragon Clan people."

"Send someone down to take a look."

After the Empress finished speaking, the expressions of the high-level officials in the hall tightened.

Jiang Wanyin stood below. Hearing the words "send someone down," a thought flashed through her mind.

Lei Wanjun's whereabouts were exposed in the Dragon Domain.

Then, was that white-clothed young man also in the Dragon Domain at this moment?

Jiang Wanyin's lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing.

She was uncertain; without solid evidence, she could not make random guesses during a Divine Court meeting.

"Who should be sent?" the white-robed old man asked.

A high-level Divine Court official with a powerful aura stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Your Majesty, since Xuantian Hall has dispatched a God Lord, to show the Divine Court's majesty, why not send an Inspector in the God Lord Realm to negotiate?"

"Not enough."

Two words rejected the proposal.

The Empress's gaze pierced through the distant starry sky. "Since the Dragon Clan has been alarmed, the person they send down won't just be a mere God Lord. The Dragon Ancestor woke up not long ago and has great plans; he won't appear in person, but his Divine Venerable Realm henchmen must have already set out."

"Send Pojun."

As soon as these words were spoken,

everyone in the hall felt a shock in their hearts.

Divine Marshal Pojun.

He was a Divine Venerable Realm powerhouse in charge of slaughter in the Divine Court, with a cultivation level one major Realm higher than a God Lord. Sending him was no longer just "taking a look"—it was to suppress the scene.

On the right side of the hall, a burly man wearing dark red heavy armor and exuding a blood-and-iron Killing Intent stepped out.

Divine Marshal Pojun knelt on one knee,

"This subject accepts the command."

A cold voice came from behind the curtain, "Just go and see the situation. You don't need to interfere in Xuantian Hall's private grudge; let them toss about. If the Dragon Clan asks, say the Divine Court is conducting a routine inspection of the Lower Realm's domains."

"Remember, do not strike first and give the Dragon Clan a handle against us."

Divine Marshal Pojun raised his head, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"This subject understands. But what if the Dragon Clan is ungrateful and strikes at me first?"

"Kill them without mercy."

"As you command."

Divine Marshal Pojun stood up,

tore through the space of the hall directly, and disappeared.

The court meeting ended, and the high-level officials withdrew one after another.

The hall soon became empty.

Jiang Wanyin did not leave.

She still stood in place, quietly looking at the bead curtain.

"Is there anything else?"

The Empress's voice carried a rare trace of fatigue.

Jiang Wanyin stepped forward two paces and bowed her head.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate has a matter... that needs to be reported."

Jiang Wanyin raised her head, "The Xuantian Hall God Lord is chasing Lei Wanjun in the Dragon Domain, which is causing a great stir. But that Lei Wanjun... this subordinate saw him with my own eyes when I descended to the Immortal and Demon Realms a few days ago."

The Empress did not interrupt and listened quietly.

Jiang Wanyin took a deep breath and continued, "At that time, Lei Wanjun was chasing that white-clothed young man..."

She paused, her tone becoming heavy,

"Lei Wanjun's whereabouts were exposed in the Dragon Domain."

"The white-clothed young man was being hunted by Lei Wanjun at the time; a deep Karma was established between the two."

"Qingyue... is still in the hands of that white-clothed young man. Since Lei Wanjun suddenly appeared in the Dragon Domain..."

"Then this subordinate has reason to suspect that the white-clothed young man is in the Dragon Domain right now. And Qingyue must also be there. The Xuantian Hall God Lord's forceful attack this time is very likely to affect Qingyue."

A long silence fell over the hall.

The Empress did not show any shock at this news. Her breathing remained steady, and her aura showed no sign of disturbance.

After a moment,

a calm voice sounded.

"So, you are worried about Qingyue?"

"Yes. Her current Realm is low. If she is truly caught in the crossfire between a God Lord and a Divine Venerable, this subordinate fears she may come to harm."

"Regarding the Dragon Domain, Pojun has already gone. With his cultivation, it is enough to handle all changes." The Empress's tone was indifferent, "You stay in the Divine Court."

Jiang Wanyin suddenly looked up, "But Your Majesty, that white-clothed young man is unfathomable. Divine Marshal Pojun might not be able to find Qingyue's whereabouts. This subordinate is willing to go personally—"

"This Empress has spoken."

The Empress's voice suddenly grew heavy, interrupting her words.

"You stay in the Divine Court."

Jiang Wanyin's whole body shook, and she had to swallow all her requests.

The Empress's tone softened slightly as she said softly, "In one year, the Dragon God Domain's Divine Treasury will open. That old fellow of the Dragon Clan has held on for several epochs, wanting to use this Divine Treasury to Breakthrough to the God Emperor Realm. This is something this Empress will never allow."

"I need you to stay in the Divine Court to coordinate the overall situation for me and prepare in advance for the opening of the Divine Treasury. As for the Dragon Domain... let them make a fuss."

A huge wave rose in Jiang Wanyin's heart, but she did not dare to show any more defiance on her face.

"...Yes."

"This Empress... still needs some time. Withdraw."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyin remained silent for a few breaths, gave a deep bow, and her figure faded away.

"This subordinate takes her leave."

...

At the same time.

In the Dragon Domain,

inside the Ancestral Dragon Great World, in a separate Small World.

Longyuan Hall.

The setting sun was like molten gold.

The evening glow permeated the sky, with large patches of dusky yellow and blood red blending together like a painting splashed with blood.

Gu Heng sat on a bluestone at the edge of a cliff.

He held a teacup in his hand, with steam rising from the rim. He quietly stared at that intense blood-red color at the horizon.

Lin Qingyue walked out from the space behind him.

Her white clothes were as pure as snow, and she made no sound.

She walked to Gu Heng's side, stopped, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. The evening breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

"Rare."

"What's rare?"

"It's rare for you to be in the mood to sit here and watch the sunset." Lin Qingyue looked at his profile.

Gu Heng did not respond.

He reached out his empty left hand and patted the slightly flat rock beside him. The movement was very casual, without the politeness of an invitation, just a gesture.

Lin Qingyue looked at the rock and hesitated for a moment.

They were separated by half a body's width, and neither spoke.

"Dong—"

"Dong—"

From the Dragon Clan altar came the heavy and long sound of a bell. The Dragon Clan was gathering its elites, preparing to deal with a great enemy.

"The Dragon God Domain has sent someone down." Lin Qingyue looked at the distant evening glow and suddenly said softly.

Gu Heng's hand holding the teacup paused in mid-air.

He turned his head, his gaze landing on Lin Qingyue's face.

"How do you know?"

Lin Qingyue did not answer.

Her clear eyes reflected the blood-red of the horizon, as if that red was also burning in the depths of her eyes.

"Who told you?"

Gu Heng pressed; his tone was not heavy, but it carried a few more degrees of seriousness than usual.

"Don't worry about it."

Gu Heng stared at her for two breaths.

Lin Qingyue did not offer any explanation either. She turned her head, met Gu Heng's gaze, and continued.

"The person coming is Divine Venerable Lietian. Divine Venerable Realm." She paused and added, "His temper is not very good. He's a bit irritable."

Gu Heng's brow quirked slightly, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.

"Oh? You even know the person's temper is bad?"

Lin Qingyue went silent again.

She pursed her lips and looked back at the horizon.

A light breeze brushed past the cliff edge.

A strand of her beautiful hair was caught by the wind, drifting gently to rest on Gu Heng's shoulder.

The hair was as soft as silk.

Lin Qingyue frowned slightly and reached out, wanting to brush the strand of hair away.

But just as her fingertips were about to touch the fabric of Gu Heng's shoulder, her hand paused for a moment.

It was only for a brief second, yet it felt like crossing some invisible boundary.

Then, she gently brushed the hair aside and withdrew her hand.

Gu Heng noticed that pause.

He looked at his shoulder, then at Lin Qingyue's withdrawn hand. He did not press for the source of the information, nor did he puncture the subtle moment just now.

He handed over the white jade teacup in his hand.

"Add some water."

Lin Qingyue glanced at the teacup and reached out to take it.

She took out a pot of spiritual spring water from her storage ring. With a slight tilt of her wrist, it boiled instantly, and the clear water poured into the teacup as steam rose.

After filling it, she handed the teacup back to Gu Heng.

Gu Heng reached out to take it.

During the hand-off, their fingertips touched.

At the moment of contact, Lin Qingyue's fingertips trembled slightly as if burned, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

Gu Heng pretended not to notice and steadily held the teacup.

"Are you really not worried?" Lin Qingyue finally asked as she watched him drink tea.

Gu Heng took a sip of hot tea, exhaled, and asked back, "Worried about what? Whether it's the God Lord of Xuantian Hall or Divine Venerable Lietian, they aren't here for me."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Lin Qingyue's frown deepened.

"How do you know they aren't here for you?"

Gu Heng thought for a moment, turned to look at her, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Then do you think they are here for me?"

"..."

"It's possible."

Gu Heng laughed and picked up the teacup again, "We'll see when they arrive. If they really want to find trouble, worrying is useless. If they don't, wouldn't I be wasting this wonderful time?"

Lin Qingyue glanced at him, her lips moving slightly.

Looking at Gu Heng's calm eyes, which showed no hint of a ripple, she ultimately said nothing.

The red at the horizon grew deeper, the blood-like color seeming to swallow half the sky.

Gu Heng raised his teacup and gave a mock toast to the blood-red sky,

"We'll just sit here."

"Drink tea and watch the show."

Lin Qingyue was silent for a moment.

She looked at Gu Heng's profile, at his composure in treating the struggle of ten thousand races and the arrival of a God Lord as a mere play.

Gu Heng took the teapot, brought out a new white jade cup, and poured a cup of tea for her.

Then he gestured with his eyes toward the stone platform in front of her.

Lin Qingyue sat down beside him, looking at the green leaves floating in the cup, without picking it up immediately.

The fragrance of tea drifted by the cliff, diluting the distant Killing Intent.

"...Thanks."

She said softly.

Her voice was very low, as faint as a mosquito's buzz; as soon as it left her mouth, it was scattered by the evening wind.

Gu Heng was just about to drink from his teacup when he heard a faint buzzing sound from beside him.

He paused in his movement and turned his head to look at Lin Qingyue.

"What?"

Gu Heng was a bit confused, "Did you just say something?"

Lin Qingyue picked up the teacup, hiding her slightly flushed face behind it. Her gaze looked toward the distant sea of clouds, and her voice returned to its coldness.

"Nothing."

"I said, this tea is not bad."