The phone screen flashed, and Silver Moon Douluo Cai Yuer's profile picture popped up.
A hoarse voice came through from the other end. "Sister Yali, the Tianhai Alliance Grand Competition is in half a month. You happen to be outside the academy—are you interested in taking a look?"
Ya Li raised her eyes, her gaze brushing over the girl nearby who was rubbing her calf. A faint gentleness touched her lips. "It's Yuer. All right, if I have time, I'll go take a look."
The call ended immediately, and tranquility returned to the island, leaving only the sound of rolling waves.
On the other end of the call, Silver Moon Douluo stared silently at the Communicator, her eyes full of envy for Ya Li.
Beside the wooden table, her fingertips lightly tapped the surface. She, too, had loved Sky Pillar Douluo, but Yun Ming had ultimately chosen Ya Li.
The elderly woman forced a smile and gently shook her head. She felt envy toward Holy Spirit Douluo, but more than that, she simply admired her.
A breeze swept past the bed, lifting the silver hair at her temples. Her voice was filled with regret. "I'm so envious! For a life like this, I'd be willing to lose decades off my lifespan!"
She suddenly recalled the two children who had appeared at Heavenly Phoenix Douluo's side a few years ago. One was a girl, Leng Yaozhu's direct disciple. She had never actually met her—the girl had stayed in the Spirit Pagoda all this time, never stepping outside.
The other was a boy named Li Jinsheng, who often played with Na'er. He had black hair and black eyes, a sharp gaze, yet his features were rather gentle. He could be considered a trusted aide Leng Yaozhu had raised for her disciple.
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