The King of Yan's bedroom.
The King of Yan, Su Hong, had a grim expression as he played against Uncle Zheng on a chessboard. They were in a stalemate and the battle was intense.
Guards Liu Yu and Yuchi Huo stood at the side, guarding the two of them with sharp gazes.
Uncle Zheng, Liu Yu and Yuchi Huo were the most senior and most loyal people in the Su family. Even when the Su family was at its lowest and almost destroyed, they did not leave.
"Young Master, you're not young anymore. Do you really intend to continue wasting time and not get married?" Four years had passed and Uncle Zheng looked much older. However, his eyes were still clear with a wise glint in them.
In private, the way everyone addressed each other was no different from before.
Su Hong remained silent.
"Young Master, the bloodline of the Su family has to be passed down," Uncle Zheng persuaded again.
Su Hong made a move and pointed to the chessboard, smiling. "Uncle Zheng, if you continue to be distracted, you're going to lose."
When Uncle Zheng saw that Su Hong clearly did not want to talk about this matter, he could not help but smile bitterly and sigh. "I'm not as energetic as before. I'm old now."
Right then, a loud laugh sounded from outside and Song Qi's voice sounded.
"Eldest Young Master, Mr. Zheng, why don't you guess who's here?"
The door of the King of Yan's bedroom was closed. Su Hong and the others could only vaguely see a figure inside but could not make out the person's appearance.
When he heard that, Su Hong shook his head and smiled. "What a bluff. Who else can it be?"
Uncle Zheng pondered for a moment and his heart skipped a beat as he asked softly, "Could it be Second Young Master or Missy?"
"Xiaoning has joined the immortal sects to cultivate. How would she have the time to return? As for Zimo …" A look of worry flashed through Su Hong's eyes. "I don't know where that lad went. I haven't seen him for two years."
"Brother, I'm back."
A person pushed the door open and entered. He was dressed in green robes and exuded a scholarly aura. He had delicate features – it was Su Zimo.
"Second Young Master?"
"It's really Second Young Master!"
Liu Yu and the others grinned with joy.
"Zimo!"
Su Hong's eyes shone brightly. He stood up slowly and walked forward, sizing up Su Zimo. Although he was trying his best to control himself, he could not hide the excitement in his heart.
While Su Hong was sizing up Su Zimo, Su Zimo was also looking at him.
They had not seen each other for two years but Su Hong's appearance had not changed much.
When he failed to assassinate the King of Yan, he was disheartened and his hair turned white overnight. Now, he looked like an old man.
In fact, Su Hong was only 34 years old this year.
Su Hong stretched out both hands and grabbed Su Zimo's shoulders tightly. He shook them vigorously before nodding in satisfaction. "Not bad. You're stronger than before."
"Eldest Young Master, I'm afraid you still don't know. Second Young Master Su is also a cultivator now, and his cultivation is much higher than mine!" Song Qi said from the side.
"Oh, really?" Su Hong's eyes lit up.
Su Zimo did not hide anything and nodded. "That's right, brother. I joined a sect called Misty Peak. It's one of the five major sects of the Great Zhou Dynasty and is not weaker than Xiaoning's Azure Frost Sect."
"Good, good, good!" Su Hong nodded repeatedly. Liu Yu and the others were delighted as well.
Right then, Su Hong's gaze shifted and he caught sight of the woman beside Su Zimo. He could not help but be stunned as he asked in amazement, "This lady is …"
It was only then that Su Zimo recalled that Demoness Ji was still at the side. He was about to introduce her when he heard her voice. It was pleasing to the ears, like pearls falling on a jade plate.
"Hello, brother."
Su Zimo frowned when he heard those words.
It was naturally fine for him to address Su Hong as brother, but why was Demoness Ji joining in the fun?
Su Zimo glanced sideways and wanted to remind her. However, he was stunned on the spot and was slightly dazed.
Unknowingly, Demoness Ji had removed the veil on her face, revealing a peerless face that could topple all living beings. It was flawless and could not be looked at directly.
This time round, there was no hint of seduction coming from Demoness Ji.
On the contrary, Demoness Ji looked refined and dignified. She nodded slightly and her cheeks were flushed, as though she was a little shy.
Su Zimo's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
This was Demoness Ji?
The girl before him was completely different from the seductive and charming Demoness Ji that Su Zimo had in mind!
This was clearly a woman from a good family, not a demoness …
Demoness Ji moved closer to Su Zimo and tugged at his sleeves, secretly rolling her eyes at him before looking at Su Zimo and saying timidly, "My name is Yan 'er. I'm Zimo's … friend."
Su Zimo felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard that.
So what if she was a friend? What was the meaning of the pause?
Initially, that was nothing much. However, after Demoness Ji said that, the meaning changed and caused one's imagination to run wild.
True enough.
Realization dawned on Su Hong and he nodded happily.
Uncle Zheng and Song Qi smiled as well and looked at Demoness Ji with a scrutinizing gaze, feeling more satisfied the more they looked at her.
Liu Yu and Yuchi Huo blinked at Su Zimo and secretly gave him a thumbs up.
"Demoness Ji, what are you doing?"
Su Zimo pulled Demoness Ji to a corner and asked softly with a frown.
"What's wrong?" Demoness Ji had an innocent expression.
"Who allowed you to remove that veil?"
"It's so impolite to meet my brother with a veil."
"That's true …"
Su Zimo nodded instinctively. However, he felt that something was amiss. On second thought, he came to his senses and glared at Demoness Ji. "Who's your brother? That's my brother!"
"Also, Demoness Ji, why are you pretending in front of my brother? Do you think I don't know what sort of person you are?" Su Zimo sneered.
"It's fine if I don't pretend. I'll pounce into your embrace right now and let's get intimate?" Demoness Ji glanced sideways at Su Zimo provocatively.
Su Zimo was shocked and said hurriedly, "You had better continue pretending …"
He knew very well that this person before him had no qualms and could truly do something as such.
"Zimo, what are you doing?!"
Right then, Su Hong walked over and said in a deep voice with a hint of reproach, "I heard you mention demoness. She doesn't look like a demoness at all. Don't spout nonsense. To think that you studied the books of the saints for more than ten years."
Although Su Zimo was reprimanded, he could not explain and could only say, "Brother, don't think too much. She's truly a friend of mine and a cultivator as well."
"Oh?"
Unexpectedly, Su Hong's eyes lit up and he nodded. "That's great. Both of you are cultivators and are compatible in terms of social status."
Demoness Ji's lips curled slightly and an imperceptible smugness flashed through the depths of her eyes.
Su Zimo coughed gently and had no choice but to change the topic. "Has Xiaoning returned in the past two years?"
"No."
Su Hong shook his head and asked, "You haven't seen her either?"
"Yes."
Su Zimo said in a deep voice, "However, you don't have to worry, brother. The sect competition is about to begin. At that time, all the sects of the Great Zhou Dynasty will gather and I'll be able to see Xiaoning."
Of course, Su Xiaoning would not be the only one he would see at the sect competition. He might even see some old friends as well.
An image appeared in Su Zimo's mind. It was a gentle woman who said to him heartlessly, "Our fate has come to an end. We're separated by immortals and mortals. I'm afraid we won't meet again."
"It's true that our fate has come to an end. As for the separation between immortals and mortals, we won't meet again … fufu."
A mocking look flashed through Su Zimo's eyes.
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