Farewell

"Never mind. Perhaps I was simply born with a face too frightening to look at."

Xu Yi waved a hand and smiled.

"No, my lord, you misunderstand."

The young woman raised her head, her face flushed crimson. She stammered, "I'm just so overwhelmed. Seeing you, my lord, feels like stepping into history and witnessing a legend."

Her words drew a thunderous round of applause from everyone present. They all praised Yuan Qinghua for marrying such a fine wife.

Xu Yi laughed heartily. "Old Yuan is truly blessed to have married you. Since you've called me your lord, I can't very well let you leave empty-handed." A string of crystal-clear beads appeared in his hand. He had tossed it into a corner of his Sumeru Ring among his odds and ends, and couldn't remember where he'd acquired it. It was clearly a piece of women's jewelry, made of Starry Sky Stone—a material precious in this world, though useless for cultivation.

"The Starry Sky Bracelet is far too precious!"

Xu Yi didn't recognize its value, but the young woman did. Starry Sky Stone was a kind of Space Cloud Stone that shimmered with seven colors by day and glowed with pure light at night. It was especially nourishing to women and had always been an ornament reserved for noblewomen of the imperial harem.

"It's a gift from our lord, so just accept it. Our lord is rich enough to own the whole world now. You don't need to stand on ceremony."

Yuan Qinghua said with a cheeky grin.

Xu Yi laughed and patted him. Then, clasping his hands, he walked toward a tall, imposing man. "Brother Xiong, it's been too long. I'm deeply ashamed that you suffered because of me. Your younger sister... sigh..."

At the mention of Xia Zimo, Xu Yi