Divine Weapons, Magic Tools, and the Evil God Ink Carp

Night had fallen. In the garden pavilion.

Under the moonlight, a fairy shadow slowly descended. By the cold, clear light, she saw the Emperor Robe youth sitting alone in the pavilion.

Jiang Ruyi had thought Lu Ran would notice her, but as she approached step by step, she found that the youth showed no reaction at all. He had been lost in thought all along.

"What are you thinking about?" Her voice was gentle.

In an instant, Jiang Ruyi sensed an intense killing intent, which vanished without a trace the next moment.

Lu Ran's taut body relaxed. He looked up at the newcomer, an apologetic smile appearing on his face. "Finished being busy?"

As though she had not felt the killing intent rushing at her face, Jiang Ruyi said in mock annoyance, "You've got the nerve to say that! You dumped a huge pile of work on me. Hmph."

The Emperor Robe youth suddenly reached out, wrapped an arm around the fairy's slender waist, and pulled her before him. He then buried his face against her flat lower abdomen and took a deep breath.

A faint jasmine fragrance.

It really put one at ease.

Jiang Ruyi looked down at the youth in her embrace. Such a posture gradually tinged her pair of indifferent pupils with a touch of humanity, and her gaze grew ever gentler.

One hand came down and lightly combed through Lu Ran's hair. "How did the interrogation go? Did you gain anything?"

"There really was something." Lu Ran's voice was muffled. "Xie Wusheng joined forces with Jingxian Island to plot Wu Xiao's death."

"Oh?"

"Xie Wusheng is very wary of Wu Xiao." Lu Ran gave her a brief account.

Within the empty garden pavilion, Lu Ran had none of the bearing a sect leader ought to possess.