Brothers Face Each Other

Following Wang Xian's gaze, Long Ya saw the little girl sitting in the reception hall, copying the Dao Scripture.

He saw the two women sitting beneath the eaves, guarding a pot of tea as they chatted.

The little courtyard was even quieter than the Grand General's residence—quiet to an almost unbelievable degree.

Chen Ling'er stood up, carried a cup of hot tea into the reception hall, and set it in front of the little girl.

Ruffling her hair, she smiled. "Xiangxiang did very well today. Even with your master away, you obediently copied the scripture."

The little girl narrowed her eyes with a smile. "Master said that after today, Xiang'er can go home."

The two women in the pavilion had naturally seen this scene, too.

Wang Guan had wanted them to see the little girl behaving quietly, as proof that he really was Chen Xiang'er's master.

Murong Mingzhu looked pleasantly surprised.

She knew that at home, the little girl couldn't write five characters before running off.

Yet she hadn't expected her to sit there quietly copying the scripture, even with her master away.

Shangguan Ruoyan looked crestfallen, with a trace of disbelief.

In her eyes, the youth in the garden really was a man who wielded demonic arts.

He had actually used a formation to isolate a courtyard in the alley across from the Grand General's residence, turning it into an entirely separate world.

Wang Xian waved his hand, and the three women vanished from everyone's sight.

Long Ya stared blankly, unable to speak for a long while.

A moment later, resolve returned to his face, as if he meant to die together with the youth before him.

He looked at Wang Xian and said, "This is ultimately a matter for Dragon City. It's not for a beast like you