Cow Knife

Whenever Ye Zheng got scolded in the past, she would always angrily argue with Feng Ling for a few rounds. But recently, she had been in a good mood. Hearing this, she merely smiled faintly and replied, "What do you know? This is called enlightenment."

Feng Ling rolled her eyes.

She did not like Ye Zheng's current detached, orchid-like demeanor, as if she had seen through all the vicissitudes of life and was ready to calmly face death at any moment.

Feng Ling preferred the old Ye Zheng, who would pick fights with her at the drop of a hat.

She also liked Ling Feiran's gentle smile when dealing with others, Huangfu Miaomiao's occasional naïve nonsense, Su Yuqing's dumbfounded expression whenever she startled him, and the Taoist priest's long-winded speeches delivered with a straight face, which often amused her too.

Feng Ling sighed inwardly: My friends are so adorable, and the world is so wonderful. How could I possibly die young?

So annoying.

Should she take another look at the Fate Spindle?

There was only one chance left. Forget it—she would look later. Nothing major had happened recently, so she figured the future would not change.

Ling Feiran's convoy finally crossed the Molian River Bridge.

Feng Ling sprang onto the truck behind them, with Ye Zheng following close behind. Ling Feiran, in the bus ahead, pulled open the window and leaned half her body out to wave at Feng Ling, her face full of smiles.

"Did you come to see me off too?" Ling Feiran called out.

"They're handling the first half of the send-off, and I'm handling the second half," Feng Ling said half-jokingly. "I'm also hitching a ride to the Teleportation Array."

It was not really on the way. Feng Ling simply wanted to see for herself what