Nightmare

The painted barge sped toward Hundred Flowers Island.

Yue Jinghan stood at the prow, silently sensing the surging currents of qi over the Eastern Sea.

There were so many experts in Donglai!

She sensed five Great Devil Lord-level experts on the Eastern Sea, figures on par with herself. There were more than ten Devil Lord-level beings a step below them. There were even more cultivators at the Grandmaster and Golden Core Realm levels, and their qi seemed stronger than that of Southern Yan devil cultivators of the same rank.

Of course—

Even amid such a mixed and majestic tide, she sensed many familiar auras. One of them was heading straight for her.

That bastard—Hongluan will nag me about this again later.

Yue Jinghan's face was full of helplessness.

Yet after Fu Hongluan had looked after her for so many years, her heart had warmed somewhat as well. Even though Fu Hongluan prattled on every day about all sorts of nonsense, she had never turned against the "master" of her own Sword Palace.

When that domineering, blazing thunderous aura landed on the painted barge, Yue Jinghan opened her eyes.

"Ah—" Yu Xiaolei forced himself to greet her. "Long time no see. I was ordered to come welcome you to Hundred Flowers Island."

The sea breeze drifted past, lifting her black hair as her dark-blue dress swayed. She was like a fragrant orchid standing slender and graceful in a secluded valley.

Standing there, Yue Jinghan was somewhat awkward too. She merely nodded in reply.

"Well, if it isn't young master Yu? Have you reported back to your elders? When are you coming to propose?"

Fu Hongluan hurried out and seized Yu Xiaolei's hand. "The wedding arrangements can follow the Fu Family's customs. Your family need only prepare the three matchmakers and six