Stargazing Pavilion? Mulan Qingqing froze briefly, something coming to mind. She raised a finger, cast a spell, and sent a message asking: Why is the Stargazing Pavilion watching you?
Shi Chun: I don't know. It makes no sense. Apparently, they won't let me off this time. I heard even the Pavilion Master has personally taken up residence in Artifact Cloud Valley. Mulan, consider this my final farewell to you.
"He came too..." Mulan Qingqing murmured. Instinctively, she felt her request had taken effect. She simply hadn't expected someone of his standing to come in person. It left her dazed, her expression extraordinarily complicated.
A little later, she replied: The Stargazing Pavilion might not do anything to you. Perhaps you're overthinking things.
Now that they had made contact, how could Shi Chun accept that explanation? His safety was at stake; he had to make certain. He stuck firmly to his story: You don't understand. Someone is throwing mud at me. Someone wants to harm me.
Mulan Qingqing froze again. Could it be?
She began doubting her own judgment again. On reflection, that made sense. How could someone of his standing possibly have come in person for this? He must have come for something else. Her thinking had simply been too wishful.
With that thought, she sent another message: If the Stargazing Pavilion were targeting you, would you still be chatting here?
Shi Chun: They say they don't want to interfere with the Divine Fire Pact's competition, so they'll deal with me once it ends. I came out of the Land of Exile. Life and death have long since lost their hold on me. I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid I'll never see you again. I truly can't let go of you.
Mulan Qingqing studied those words intently, then abruptly