Divorce?

A gentle breeze blew past, lifting Xiao Jian's white robe.

With a light flick of his right hand, Xiao Jian cut a piece from his own white robe. He said to Xue Rou, "I have no use for that old bastard's divorce letter. I'll write one myself."

The sword's edge flashed. A cut appeared on Xiao Jian's right index finger, and blood slowly flowed out. He spread the white cloth on the ground with his left hand and began writing on it with his right.

Before long, his hand stopped. The letter was complete.

Xiao Jian folded the white robe and tossed it to Xue Rou. "Three years from now, I hope you'll still have the courage you have today. But right now, you don't look like a noble at all." With that, Xiao Jian brushed past Xue Rou. His hand seemed to habitually reach for hers, but it touched only those two sheets of paper.

The jewelry scattered all over the ground looked terribly out of place here. This was not what should have been left behind at a parting.

Xiao Jian had given Xue Rou countless pieces of jewelry, only to receive this outcome in return. Was he wrong, or was Xue Rou wrong? Could Xue Rou truly have forgotten everything within just a few days?

Xiao Jian walked back step by step. He seemed to want to forget the past, yet could not. Since you insist on doing this, fine. I'll play along. I'll give you everything you want.

Xue Rou glanced at the paper in her hand, then looked at the blood-written letter she held. A faint smile appeared on her lips.

"But do I really not look like a noble?"

Xue Rou also lifted her foot and headed in the other direction, but every step she took was exceedingly careful, as though she feared the jewelry would hurt her feet.

The two figures drifted farther and farther apart, gradually vanishing beneath this stretch of sky.

An old man leaped down from a tall tree and sneered. "Xiao Xuan, you even dared touch my people. Fine. In three years, let those husband and wife—no, they are no longer husband and wife—fight to the death. That day, I will announce their identities. Then it will only prove that your Xiao Clan is blind and cannot recognize treasure. But what a pity, last time I didn't..." The old man's voice grew softer and softer. Glancing at the jewelry on the ground, he sneered. "What filthy things." With one punch, the items Xiao Jian had spent half a day carefully selecting were reduced to powder.

The old man looked toward a tree. After hesitating for a moment, he finally left.

At the Xiao Clan Branch, Xiao Yan was about to cultivate.

Bang...

With a thunderous crash, the room's door was kicked open. Xiao Jian's face was incomparably gloomy, and there seemed to be killing intent in his eyes, sending a chill through Xiao Yan's heart.

Xiao Yan headed out of the room almost without hesitation. He knew Xiao Jian was practically in a berserk state right now; if he stayed inside, he would likely be dragged into it.

The moment Xiao Yan stepped out, a crumpled paper ball flew at him. Had he not reacted quickly, it would definitely have struck him in the head.

Next came Xiao Jian's quilt, mat, pillow... one item after another was thrown out. Xiao Yan hurriedly caught them. This Xiao Jian was too outrageous, daring to throw out all my things—no, they aren't mine... Xiao Yan muttered as he looked at the quilt.

"Xiao Yan, burn them all for me." Xiao Jian's icy voice came from inside.

"Xiao Jian, are you crazy? If you burn all your quilts, what will you sleep with?" Xiao Yan asked in confusion.

"If you're my brother, burn the quilts. Stop talking nonsense, or I'll chop all your belongings into pieces," Xiao Jian said.

"I'll burn them..." Xiao Yan could not help twitching. You're using my Heavenly Fire to burn quilts? Damn it, is there any justice left in this world?

The room fell silent.

Divorce?

"Hehe, Xiao Yan, you don't need to sell your own quilt just to pay back your debts." Just as Xiao Yan was about to light the fire, a clear voice rang out.

The owner of that voice was naturally Xiao Yuting. She had never imagined that the moment she arrived, she would be treated to such a fine show.

"It stinks to death, and you still dare take it out to sell?" Xiao Yuting deliberately pinched her nose as she spoke to Xiao Yan.

"It's not mine..." Xiao Yan said helplessly. Looking at the paper ball in his hand, he had just been about to light it when Xiao Yuting snatched it away and eagerly opened it.

Xiao Yan could do nothing about it. Since that day, Xiao Yuting had become much livelier and more cheerful, but her habit of causing trouble for Xiao Yan had not diminished in the slightest.

Seeing that Xiao Jian had quieted down, Xiao Yan looked at the quilt on the ground, uncertain whether he should burn it after all.

"Xiao Yan, I understand now. You truly aren't a heartless man. I was wrong. I apologize to you." Xiao Yuting suddenly spoke softly, her words brimming with apology.

Xiao Yan thought about it. The sun had still risen in the east today, yet Xiao Yuting was suddenly apologizing? That did not make any sense.

"It's fine. Little Doctor Fairy and I are just friends," Xiao Yan answered with a smile nonetheless.

"Yes, I never expected you and your wife to have such a good relationship, such deep feelings. Your wife actually loves you that much." Xiao Yuting continued, her tone filled with deep admiration for Xiao Yan's wife.

Xiao Yan nodded. Xun'er and Cai Lin had given so much for him. He loved Xun'er and Cai Lin, and Xun'er and Cai Lin loved him dearly as well.

"Then do you dare say that you understand your wife? Or..." Xiao Yuting questioned him one after another, as though interrogating a criminal.

"Ah, I understand..." Xiao Yan froze for a moment. Did he truly understand Xun'er and Cai Lin?

As for Xun'er, there was no need to say more. Of course he understood her. They had been childhood sweethearts and knew each other extremely well.

Cai Lin... his relationship with Cai Lin had always been rather delicate, but they had spent no short amount of time together. That counted as understanding her, right?

"Yes, I understand." Xiao Yan found it strange. Why had Xiao Yuting been asking such baffling questions all day? This should be his private matter. How did Xiao Yuting know everything?

"Although I have never married, I know that husband and wife should shoulder hardships together. When calamity looms, they should not fly apart on their own!" Xiao Yuting's tone grew increasingly agitated.

"Yes, husband and wife should share blessings and endure hardships together!" Yet Xiao Yan silently added, When hardship comes, naturally the man should bear it. But if Xiao Yuting marries someday, runs away and abandons her husband when trouble comes, then comes back to cause me trouble, that would be disastrous.

"Then answer me with your hand on your conscience: have you ever written a divorce letter?" Xiao Yuting shouted furiously.

She had originally thought Xiao Yan was a very good person. After reading what she held in her hand, she had been glad that Xiao Yan dared shoulder responsibility himself, and moved that he had such a good wife. Yet she had never expected Xiao Yan to disregard his wife's feelings and write a divorce letter. Wouldn't it have been better to shoulder responsibility together?

A divorce letter? Another beautiful figure surfaced in Xiao Yan's mind.

"I have." After hesitating for a while, Xiao Yan finally answered.

"Hmph, aren't you capable? Such male chauvinism. If you want to spar, go find someone in the beast district yourself." After saying that, Xiao Yuting hurled the paper in her hand at Xiao Yan and ran away.

Xiao Yan opened it and saw two large words on the first line: Divorce Letter.