"I hope for world peace," the black-robed youth said sadly.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
A chilly wind swept past. Withered yellow ginkgo leaves brushed across his cheeks before fluttering away toward the broader world in the distance.
Everyone stared at him wide-eyed. Was this guy sick? Had a cold fever cooked his brains?
How could anyone have such a strange and hypocritical wish?
Wen Ruo Ruo swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva and struggled for quite a while before breaking the dead silence and steering the conversation back. She shook her chest and giggled coquettishly, her eyes as limpid as water. After shooting the black-robed youth a sidelong glance, she said, "Young Master Xiangma is truly amusing. Hoping for world peace and considering all the common people beneath heaven—what broad-mindedness. I'm utterly impressed. I don't have such an ambitious wish. I only hope I can stay young forever, never aging and remaining this beautiful."
"The Old Immortals in the divine palace thought it over and decided that my wish would be easier to achieve," the black-robed youth said teasingly, a smile curling at the corners of his lips.
"Detestable," Wen Ruo Ruo said coyly.
Everyone laughed.
The tense, hostile atmosphere in the inn dissolved in an instant because of one sentence from the black-robed youth. Laughter truly was the finest remedy for ending a conflict.
Tu Xin put away the Sky-Piercing Sea Conch above his head and looked left and right, muttering to himself.
"Strange. How did the Sky-Piercing Sea Conch stop working?"
"Could it really be as Yan Xiangma said? Because too much time has passed, the dragon aura inside the Sky-Piercing Sea Conch has completely dissipated, and it no longer possesses the divine ability to seek dragons?"
"But when it faced the dragon relics hidden by the Lineage, it still