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A young man wearing a conical hat and a black veil, dressed in white, gently swept through the air before gracefully landing.
His face was obscured, his expression unreadable, but his fair hands resembled summer lotus flowers.
Suddenly, behind him, the sky erupted with enormous flowers of various colors. The blossoms slowly opened one after another, blooming against the tranquil and profound night sky. Falling petals drifted down like delicate threads, transforming the entire sky into a mesmerizing spectacle.
The colors were vibrant and dazzling. There was blue more brilliant than Turkish sapphires, white clearer than snow plum blossoms, gray more elusive than drifting smoke, purple stranger than spring's swaying irises, yellow more entangled than pure daisies, red more enchanting than roses, and green more ethereal than the floating duckweed on the Qinhuai River...
Though the young man's face was veiled in transparent black fabric, one could still guess that his skin was as white as snow and his eyes as dark as lacquer—an exquisite being of this world.
Everyone present, whether among the crowd or the nobles who had purchased tickets, gazed foolishly at the suddenly extraordinary night sky. They looked at the young man who seemed to have descended from the heavens. Behind him stood a small figure with bowed head, respectfully waiting at his side.
The aloof and distant Vermilion Bird King saw him and spoke respectfully and gently, "I pay my respects to Young Master."
The young man nodded slightly. "Little Seven, you've worked hard."
He turned to another man standing nearby who had brought gifts and asked lightly, "Has he arrived?"
Wang Dao looked at the young man; although he could not see his features, he felt an uncanny familiarity as if they had met in another moment.
A smile crept onto Wang Dao's calm face. "The priest is preparing gifts for you, Young Master, and could not arrive in time. He specifically instructed me to come and congratulate you."
"Mm." The young man glanced at the box containing the gifts before casually responding.
Wang Dao chuckled softly. "Why doesn’t Young Master ask what’s inside?" Though he had never seen him before, just one glance filled him with respect as if it were destined; he genuinely admired this master whom he would follow for a lifetime. It was strange yet overwhelmingly joyful. The Wang family had existed for generations for Feng Fei's sake; today, they finally awaited Feng Fei's true master in their hands. They had waited for hundreds of years. Now that the world was in turmoil, what they longed for was a Ming Jun to unify the realm.
The young man regarded Wang Dao for a moment as if he had heard something peculiar before saying lightly, "What you should ask is whether you are willing to speak."
Wang Dao was momentarily taken aback. Although there was a hint of awkwardness, he did not feel any disgust as he replied, "What is inside is the country."
The young man looked at him through the black veil, yet he could still sense the weight of his gaze, filled with unspoken thoughts and a slight silence. His voice was delicate and deep as he said, "Hmm, I will meet him soon. Feng Fei will take me to see him." The young man paused for a moment, his pupils suddenly brightening like amber as he declared, "You are Wang Dao." It was a statement of certainty, devoid of any doubt.
Wang Dao found it strange but still responded, "Yes."
What a curious and intelligent person; just from those two words, he had guessed his meaning and understood the gift that the priest had spent so long preparing.
In the peculiar silence, the young man suddenly said, "Little Seven, it seems we have an uninvited guest. Remember to clean up; I will go cut the cake."
The Vermilion Bird King’s eyes turned cold as the young man gracefully departed. He released a special firework into the air, and then quietly, many figures appeared among the crowd.
The young man had barely taken a few steps when someone shouted, "Jin Shao, come here!" It was someone lurking in the crowd who appeared to be an ordinary citizen but wielded a sharp knife along with various dazzling weapons.
Today was Jin Shao's birthday. Upon learning that he would appear tonight, those eager for the bounty that came with being ranked first on the continent's leaderboard began to take action. However, they had forgotten one thing: the number one assassin of that year was now Azure Dragon King Song Kong, who was responsible for ensuring Jun Jin's safety. The measures had long been prepared to perfection. They were overly confident and foolish to act today and choose to oppose Jun Jin. They underestimated him far too much!
Without causing any chaos among the crowd, those reckless individuals blinded by greed could only meet their end without return.
The slaughter continued in secret. Amidst the wind and bloodshed, the Peerless Youth calmly pushed a modified cart adorned with what was said to be an extraordinarily tall and exquisite cake. Eighteen candles were inserted into the cake, swaying gently in the breeze.
At that moment, a battered swordsman broke through the encirclement and leaped forward, thrusting his sword directly at the Light and Breezy youth. The young man remained unfazed and continued pushing the cake forward as if he hadn’t seen it or simply didn’t care.
Standing nearby, the Vermilion Bird King also wore a calm expression without any sign of disturbance.
However, just as the sword was about to pierce the young man's chest, Wang Dao could no longer hold back and prepared to intervene. A stone struck the swordsman's wrist just in time, causing his blade to fall just short of its target.
A foreign man who had been quietly observing from a corner curled his lips into a charming smile and said to the Robust Man beside him, "Tamur, the legendary Jin Shao truly lives up to his reputation."
The man beside him respectfully said, "The Young Master is a hundred times stronger than him."
The man covered his mouth and smiled enchantingly, "Tamur, you don't have to flatter him so insincerely."
The Robust Man replied calmly, "Isn't this the result that the master wanted when he asked Tamur that question?"
"Haha," the fox-like man laughed joyfully, "Tamur, you are just too adorable."
Upon hearing the word "adorable," the usually silent and reserved Robust Man's lips twitched unnaturally.
The Enchanting Man smiled as he looked at the young boy standing high on the distant Stage, his pupils expanding with delight, laughing so hard that he seemed to tremble.
It was as if he had spotted a long-sought prey, and he confidently declared, "Interesting. One day, I will surely bring him under my command and make him willingly my slave."
The man beside him remained silent.
In the vast moonlit sky, it seemed that the eerie laughter had made the atmosphere a bit colder.
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