The moon shone bright as day, and the sky was like water.
Aliya felt Pang Jun's belly and gave it a tap.
"How come it's so much bigger than when you were little?"
"What do you know? It's full of knowledge. Great capacity makes for greatness."
Aliya's gaze moved upward, and she nodded thoughtfully.
"Mm... those really are pretty big!"
Beside them, Wang Yi couldn't help laughing.
Pang Jun covered his chest and called her a female lecher.
Zhao Ling'er, who had left and returned, sat in a chair.
Her eyes were half closed, her head tilted slightly.
The four of them had known one another since childhood, then gone on to dream their own dreams and walk their own paths.
Though they had long since spent most of their lives apart.
The feelings they once shared remained.
Outside the pavilion.
Yan Shisan, the Octopus Swordsman, and Run Tu were sipping wine.
They had come to know one another through a fight, having previously clashed over business.
That clash had led to their acquaintance.
Over the years, Floating Jade Mountain and Shushan had maintained business dealings, so naturally, they had become friends.
Farther away, the white-haired Jing Yu was playing a game against Changqing, who had shed his three thousand strands of worldly troubles.
"Your hair has grown quite a bit thicker again, Benefactor Jing~"
Such was Changqing's observation.
Jing Yu chuckled. "I've noticed that the youngsters in the Capital City are all dyeing their hair lately, turning their white hair black."
"With your cultivation, Benefactor Jing, you hardly need to go to such trouble."
"Hah! They've got no imagination. If it were me, I'd dye this stuff green!"
Changqing nodded. "This humble monk thinks... splendid, splendid."
"But not now." Jing Yu sighed softly. "I'll wait until the