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There are joys and sorrows in human life, just as the moon goes through phases of brightness and darkness. It has always been difficult to achieve completeness.
Completeness has always been elusive, especially in this day and age. The time we have together is often interrupted by unforeseen events, and as time flows on, it will not linger for you.
Jufeng had returned to Huaguo for the fourth time, yet he still had not set foot in his Northern Homeland, the place where he had been born and raised. There, a beautiful woman leaned against Wangjiang Tower, there were brothers who would sacrifice their lives for one another, a world he had once stirred up with his own hands, a Solemn Mountain, and an old man lying on its slopes.
The wind rose, stirring the slender branches of the willows by the lake. The water lay quietly at Jufeng's feet, while the moon gazed sweetly at two children.
This was Jufeng's second visit to this place known as Lingyu of the Bell. The night was unlike the day; there were few visitors. Occasionally, a couple would stroll by, their gazes fleetingly passing over one or two groups of people without lingering.
Behind Jufeng stood a figure hidden in the darkness—a Blonde Woman clad in a deep blue bodysuit, her hands clasped behind her back to shield the cold moonlight from illuminating the Round Moon Dagger she held.
Her figure was not exaggerated, and her face bore the standard features of an Eastern oval face. Yet her expression remained as calm as the moon reflected in water, undisturbed by the wind.
Jufeng's silhouette under the moonlight was not particularly imposing; in fact, it seemed somewhat slender. He raised his hand and waved lightly in the moonlight. The Blonde Woman stepped forward two paces to stand beside him, facing him with her hands still behind her back.
"I am not used to looking up when I speak to others."
Upon hearing this, the woman did not hesitate; she gracefully sat cross-legged on the grass by the shore, placing the Round Moon Dagger on her lap while her right hand never left its cold touch.
"How many years have you followed Chang Guohong?"
"Nine years."
"How many people have you killed?"
"One."
"Oh? Who was so fortunate to die at your Lunar Blade?"
The woman was taken aback that Jufeng recognized her weapon so quickly; she felt a moment of surprise but regained her composure almost instantly. She replied calmly, "The Northwest Alliance Leader of the Unification Alliance."
Jufeng clearly did not expect this answer; his calm eyes involuntarily lifted slightly in surprise.
After the Unification Alliance swallowed Hua Gang, the original three leaders expanded to six. Among these six leaders, the Northwest Alliance Leader and the Northeast Alliance Leader were undoubtedly the two most important figures, their defensive capabilities nearly impenetrable. The news of the Northwest Alliance Leader's death had yet to spread outside, but it seemed like it was only a matter of time. Chang Guohong summoned a woman to his side, her loyalty evident.
It appeared that the seeds sown back then had borne good fruit, Xunran thought.
"What is your name?" Jufeng asked after a moment of silence.
"Zhu Yao."
"Zhu Yao? Chang Guohong certainly knows how to name people. Is it true that someone who doesn't practice martial arts or weaponry can still be so intriguing?"
The woman named Zhu Yao realized Jufeng had misunderstood something, so she took the rare opportunity to explain with a longer response.
"Green bamboo and blooming peach blossoms; my adoptive father's intention is for me to embody both the character of bamboo and the... fragrance of peach."
Jufeng tilted his head in confusion before bursting into laughter, causing a few passersby to gasp in surprise.
Once the laughter subsided, Jufeng teased, "I think Chang Guohong wants you to smile more and not act like a wooden doll."
Zhu Yao didn't know how to respond, so she chose silence.
As night fell and the wind picked up slightly, Jufeng took off his thin shirt and draped it over Chuyang, revealing his undershirt and an alluring physique.
He waved his hand, and after hesitating for a moment, Zhu Yao stood up and walked over to him, sitting down a meter in front of him. Jufeng smiled helplessly, shifting forward slightly before removing his undershirt and reaching out toward Zhu Yao.
Zhu Yao's body tensed suddenly; however, she did not resist. Her fingers tightened around Lunar Blade, turning white from the pressure.
Jufeng noticed Zhu Yao's change but felt no sense of wrongdoing. He placed his palm on her left shoulder and applied slight pressure, tearing away her tight-fitting garment.
In an instant, the night revealed more of Fair Skin, adding a touch of allure to the spring breeze.
However, unexpectedly, that arm did not possess the smoothness and delicacy one would expect from a young girl. A gruesome ten-centimeter-long scar was clearly visible on her upper arm. With the tight clothing removed, blood flowed freely from the wound.
To assassinate someone just below the top figures of the Unification Alliance surely came at a price.
Jufeng took out a delicate porcelain bottle from his pocket, tore his vest into strips, and then poured some powder onto the cloth. He gently wrapped it around Zhu Yao.
The cloth, now dusted with powder, felt cool and comfortable against her skin. Zhu Yao couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
It was barely audible, like a whisper.
"Have you been to the Northeast?" he asked.
"No," she replied.
"Then I'll take you to visit my hometown."
(To be continued)
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