Sorry to Disturb Your Brawl

"Why? I can stand openly by A Xing's side now. Is Lingren jealous?"

Hua Subai knew that certain people definitely wouldn't miss this livestream, much less the moment the Seeker of Flowers' blade sliced into him. He chuckled and elegantly patted the wrinkles in his red robe, deliberately trying to get under someone's skin outside the livestream.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the shopkeeper and even kindly asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

The shopkeeper thought, Of course I'm leaving. Right now.

Even if you're going to destroy every piece of clothing in here and tear my shop apart, I'm still leaving.

She vanished in a flash, leaving the two men amid the wind and snow.

A snowflake blown over by the wind landed on Hua Subai's fingertip. It rested on his cold skin without showing any sign of melting.

Scattered flecks of snow settled over him, leaving soft yet piercing marks on his red robe.

The Seeker of Flowers looked down at Hua Subai, towering over him. Looking at the source of all his suffering, he couldn't help but find the other man's sacred, picture-perfect appearance deeply ironic.

His insides are black. No matter how harmless he pretends to be, he's only fooling himself.

"How many times have you been sealed now?"

The Seeker of Flowers wasn't about to let him stand there in comfort. After thinking it over, he answered his own question. "This is the fifth time, right?"

Over the years, he'd rarely managed to kill Hua Subai.

But with various factors at play, Hua Subai had died at his hands four times. With this one, it made five.

He was far weaker than Hua Subai. Even with an ability tailored to counter him, he couldn't break the rule that let him return from the