Roaming Soul

Yun Duan knew that this person was already rejecting her offer, but she had made the preparations in advance so she didn't feel anything was wrong. She picked up the jade tea cup in front of her and took a sip.

It was too much for her to swallow, but she couldn't spit it out in front of the other person, that would be too disrespectful.

Although she didn't have much interest in tea, it was normal for her to drink it. However, the Misty King's tea was strong and bitter. It didn't seem like someone who was cold and aloof like him would brew it.

It was really very bitter. The clouds slowly began to swallow. She didn't want the man in front of her to see it, but she felt that it would be a bit difficult because she seemed to have shown it too clearly.

Siyan Qingjun calmly looked at her, his gaze emotionless as he returned to the book.

After finishing the first sip, Yun Duan put down the teacup, not daring to take another sip.

She coughed softly. The bitter taste in her mouth still lingered, even in her throat.

The two of them sat like that. Yun Duan was the only one sitting; the tea was too bitter and he didn't want to drink it. However, the Misty Monarch didn't seem like he wanted to talk at all.

She thought about it a few times and decided that she still had to say what she wanted to say, at least to be clear about the purpose of her visit.

"The Misty King also knows that Emperor Chen is at the end of his tether. His body won't be able to hold on for long. If there's a chance, the world will definitely fall into an abyss of suffering!"

Shiyan Qingjun took a sip of his tea. Yun Duan watched as he calmly drank the tea that was so bitter that it was hard to swallow. His throat was rolling, and there was no sign of discomfort.

"What does that have to do with me?" Yun Duan looked at the man's cold lips and spat out these words.

She choked and stared at Siyan Qingjun, "No matter what, you are still a part of this world. If the millions of civilians fall into war, do you think it has anything to do with you?"

Siyan Qingjun looked up at the clouds. His black pupils were deep and calm. It was impossible to see what he was thinking about.

"Even if this world leads to hell, it has nothing to do with me!"

Yun Duan frowned. It seemed that this person was not only cold and detached, but also heartless and devoid of any sense of humanity.

"I just want you to help me get that seat!"

"You?" Si Yan Qing Jun raised an eyebrow, obviously looking down on him.

Yun Duan smiled and said, "That's right, it's me!"

"No way!" As soon as Siyan Qingjun said this, he stood up. He walked over to the river and looked down at it as it flowed away.

Yun Duan was still unable to react due to the man's infuriation. He didn't know how she could know that she was no match for him, so he didn't want to be so rampant.

This was too despicable.

Yun Duan looked irritably at the pot of tea which was so bitter that it made one's scalp tingle. She put her head up and frowned. This Misty King looked down on her, so how could he possibly help?

What do we do now?

Could it be that he would just return home like that?

That would be too embarrassing. No matter what she did, she would need to reap some rewards before she could return. Otherwise, how would she face the journey? If Emperor Chen really handed the world over to her, how could she afford it?

She was very annoyed. She was already hungry when she found the Misty Monarch. Now that she woke up, she was even hungrier. Yun Duan stood up, looked at the darkening sky, and felt for her dagger. She had to go get something to eat.

As Shiyan Qingjun watched Yun Duan leisurely walk into the mist-covered mountain, he turned around with an expressionless face and took the book from the table into the bamboo house.

Not long after, Yun Duan walked out with a wild deer in her arms. Her hands were covered in blood. She threw the dead deer by the river and washed her hands clean. Then, she quickly cut the dead deer into pieces.

He looked around, but didn't see what he was looking for. Instead, he took his dagger and disappeared into the mountains.

When he came out again, he was carrying a large bundle of firewood on his shoulder.

Although this place looked humid, it was only on the surface. The inside of the firewood was dry.

The clouds were starving and moving quickly.

She made a fire and set it on a rack. She placed the venison, piece by piece, into the branches, and then roasted it on the shelf. When she was hungry, she basically put all of her attention into food, so she didn't notice that when Shiyan Qingjun sat back down at the stone table, she changed the pot of tea in her hand.

Clouds added more firewood to the fire, the flames sizzled and the fire grew larger.

She looked away from the flames and turned the venison in her hands. She wondered, if her Ali had been able to speak at that time, would she have been crying out every single day about being hungry?

However, in the end, she was still buried in the sea of fire, even though she was already a cold corpse by then.

There was a mournful look on her face, but she could still feel the piercing pain in her heart.

When she was almost done roasting it, she looked at it and glanced at the side. There was the juice she had made when she first picked up the firewood. Some fruits and some herbs would taste good on the meat.

He brought the roasted meat to Siyan Qingjun, only to see him shake his head and wave for her to take it away.

Yun Duan's black eyes blinked a few times. "Are you sure you don't want to eat it? Or do you just need to drink this tea to your heart's content? "

Siyan Qingjun looked at her, but said nothing.

She staggered a few times before regaining her balance. She looked at Si Yan Qing Jun with a bit of anger, and Si Yan Qing Jun acted as if nothing had happened as he stroked his clothes and took a sip from his teacup. From the start to the end, he didn't have any expression on his face.

Yun Duan was both angry and amused.

Alright, a normal expert is different from others. They don't eat meat even if they have a temper. She understood now.

He returned to the bonfire. Since he wasn't going to eat, she might as well eat. She was starving and her stomach was growling like hell.

Yun Duan wolfed down the meat as she ate it. Her eyes stared faintly at the flames. The scarlet flames had captivated her eyes, and what was reflected was a bloodthirsty and earth-shattering roar.

Sometimes, she felt that Imperial Consort Chaoyu was too cruel. Back then, she should have killed her and Ali when she was about to die. That way, she could at least enjoy life and not suffer as much as she did now.

After she ate a whole bunch, she ate another. From her initial hunger to her mechanical feeding, she did not dare to think about the days when she had just arrived at the desolate mountain. It was too scary.

At such a young age, she simply didn't understand anything. However, when she decided to live and use all her strength to hate Emperor Chen, she unhesitatingly stabbed him with the dagger. She remembered that the first person she killed was a little rabbit, and at that time, she still had some spiritual energy, so she could fly, but she would still be hungry and wouldn't be able to find food for a few days.

After that, she slowly came to realize something. After she completely gave up on that idea, she started to think about how she was going to get a foothold in the desolate mountain. Over the past 300 years, her hands could no longer be washed clean.

After eating most of the body of the deer, she felt her stomach slowly warm up, leaving the rest where she was before. She walked to the river bank and took out her dagger.

This dagger had accompanied her for more than 300 years, just like her own person. From its simplicity at the start to its final sharpness, the amount of blood on the dagger had caused her to lose a lot of life.

Now that the dagger was filled with a murderous aura, even a normal kid would not dare to approach her. This could be considered a good thing, at least she had some peace and quiet.

She took out a handkerchief from her bosom and carefully wiped off the water on her dagger. She turned around and saw that Si Yan Qing Jun was sitting on a stone bench like a ghost.

She placed the dagger in her bosom and stared fixedly at Si Yan Qing Jun. This man was simply good-looking, and his aura was also strong. Even if he didn't say anything, he would still be able to make people feel an invisible pressure.

"Is the barbecue delicious?"

He looked back at Yun Duan and then coolly spoke.

Yun Duan was stunned. She wasn't sure why Mingyue suddenly asked that question, but she still answered honestly, "Of course it's delicious when I roast it!"

He was quite confident and uninhibited.

Siyan Qingjun didn't say anything more. He took the teapot into the bamboo house.

Yun Duan slightly frowned. He felt that this person was really strange. Could it be that all otherworldly experts were like this?

There was no solution. She was eating until she was full and didn't want to sleep for the time being, but she didn't want to let Siyan Qingjun sleep either. Who told him to be so enigmatic? He was simply too difficult to get along with.

If he spoke more, she would know how to respond, but he was just a dull person. Normally, she didn't like to talk much.

If this went on, she would not be able to persuade him at all.

Forget it, she might as well go for a walk in the mountains.

Leaning against the thick branches of the tree, she could see nothing from the clouds. It was dark everywhere, but she was used to this kind of darkness. It had been like this every night for more than three hundred years.

He pulled on a leaf with a bit of boredom and brought it up to his eyes. He did not know what kind of tree it was. The leaf was not big, but rather slender and wide.

She put it to her lips and tried it. She was a little surprised when she saw the first monotonous flying out. She didn't think that it would actually work.

Anyways, since the Misty King didn't care about her, she couldn't let him continue to be depressed. A song that she used to sing about when she slept with Imperial Concubine Yu played a rhythm to him.

However, the intimacy and joy in the song was gone.

She slowly recalled the first sentence of each word. Imperial Concubine Chao's voice was very pleasant to hear. She had always felt that it was the most wonderful voice in the world, clear and sweet, warm and gentle.

For a moment she thought she would be happy in this tenderness.

But the catastrophe had come too quickly. In the blink of an eye, everything had changed. Everything was gone.