In the afternoon, Qionghua Shuiyu's smile gradually faded, and her expression grew more serious. "Chen Xun, Black Bull."
"Hmm?"
"Moo?"
"You... over these years... have you been all right?" Qionghua Shuiyu took a deep breath. It was as though she had kept those words buried in her heart for a long time.
Their relationship was not particularly deep, yet that was precisely why such words were harder for her to voice. Others might even think she had ulterior motives.
A faint smile remained on Chen Xun's face. "We're fine. Aren't we all still alive and well?"
"Mm..." Qionghua Shuiyu seemed somewhat absentminded.
Suddenly, at that very moment.
A woman in a red dress with a sword at her side strode through the street like the wind, looking every inch a wandering martial heroine. The surrounding townsfolk all took several steps back toward the roadside.
Just as they were about to curse at her, they saw the killing intent in that seductive face. She clearly looked like someone not to be provoked, and they immediately shut their mouths, silently cursing their bad luck.
The woman in red charged furiously toward the pancake stall.
"World-Crosser, I crossed thirty great cities and climbed over mountains and ridges, only to find you here selling pancakes with another woman?!"
The woman in red cursed loudly. Her fierce voice carried over from afar. "Liar!"
As soon as her words fell, a traveler who had still been eating a pancake was so startled that he choked on it, his face twisted as though he had eaten shit, letting out muffled whimpers.
Black Bull's face changed drastically. It was over—she was here to argue with Chen Xun again!
It gave a soft moo and hurriedly slipped to one side, lest Chen Xun lose another argument and blame it