Zhu Zhuqing seemed to notice his listless state. She glanced back at the packages in his arms and suddenly chuckled.
"All right, that's enough for today."
"Really?"
Shen Lian's eyes lit up instantly, as though he had heard the trumpet of salvation.
"Mm."
Zhu Zhuqing took the packages from his hands, her fingertips casually brushing across his palm. Then she said to Shen Lian,
"Let's go back. We still have to watch the finals tomorrow."
Granted a reprieve, Shen Lian hurriedly followed after them.
The setting sun stretched the shadows of the three of them long. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong walked ahead, whispering to each other, their clear laughter ringing out now and then.
Watching Zhu Zhuqing's swaying skirt, Shen Lian suddenly felt that this hour of "suffering" had not been so unbearable after all.
The golden glow of sunset cast a warm sheen over the gilded storefronts of Spirit City's commercial district. Shen Lian carried armfuls of packages as he followed Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, preparing to leave.
Just as the three were about to leave the bustling area, two waves of Soul Power suddenly came from ahead. A man and a woman stood side by side, blocking their path.
The man wore the Crown Prince Brocade Robe of the Star Luo Empire. He was handsome, yet his features carried a hint of gloominess. He was Dai Weisi.
The woman beside him wore a long purple dress. Her brows and eyes bore some resemblance to Zhu Zhuqing's, but her gaze was full of malice and resentment. She was Zhu Zhuyun.
Shen Lian raised a brow. Dark purple Soul Power silently gathered at his fingertips. Just as he was about to demand who was bold enough to block his way, Zhu Zhuqing beside him gave a cold shout.