Pang Yuanji slowly walked out, with only some dust he hadn’t bothered to brush off, showing no other signs of anything amiss.

Chen Pingan exchanged a glance with him, and Pang Yuanji nodded, passing him and heading towards the tavern they’d been at earlier. Pang Yuanji remembered something and called out, “My apologies to those who bet on me to win. Today, everyone’s drinks are…”

Pang Yuanji chuckled, “None of it has anything to do with my copper coins. Pay what you owe, or get a tab if you can. Every man for himself.”

As he said this, Pang Yuanji covered his mouth, then opened his hand, shaking it to reveal blood.

Arriving at the tavern, local sword immortal Gao Kui had already offered him a wine bowl, while Yuan Qingshu, the sword immortal from Southern Bosuo Continent, smiled without saying a word.

Pang Yuanji said helplessly, “I’ve made you two sword immortals laugh.”

Gao Kui said, “You just lost. As long as you’re not dead, it’s fine.”

Yuan Qingshu nodded, “Much better than Qi Shou.”

Pang Yuanji turned to look, and the group had already gone far away. Yan Zhuo summoned a walnut carving, which suddenly transformed into a luxurious carriage, and they left the street together.

Inside the spacious carriage, Chen Pingan sat cross-legged, with Ning Yao beside him.

The sword immortal, attuned to Chen Pingan’s mind, had already flown away on its own, returning to the Ning residence.

Yan Zhuo, being large, sat facing Chen Sanqiu, Dong Heitan, and Diezhang.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Chen Pingan asked, “Does the Ning residence have those spirit pills that can help with flesh regeneration?”

Ning Yao nodded.

Fatty Yan glanced at Chen Pingan’s arm and asked, “Doesn’t it hurt at all?”

All the sword cultivators in the carriage were familiar with injuries. Diezhang, for example, had once had an arm chopped off by a demon.

But it was rare to see someone like Chen Pingan, who didn’t even frown once from beginning to end.

Chen Pingan smiled, “It’s alright. It’s just getting rid of Pang Yuanji’s time-slicing flying sword and the residual sword energy from Qi Shou’s bead-leaping flying sword that’s a bit troublesome.”

Ning Yao said, “Talk less.”

Chen Pingan then began to close his eyes to recuperate.

Upon arriving at the Ning residence, Granny Bai and Nalan Yexing were already waiting at the gate. Seeing Chen Pingan in this state, even Bai Lianshuang, a mountain peak martial artist familiar with the hardships of physical training, felt a bit sorry for him. Nalan Yexing only said one thing: he wouldn’t help peel away the residual sword energy and intent from the two flying swords, leaving it for Chen Gongzi to unravel himself, which would be a considerable benefit. Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, saying he had planned to do so.

The old woman led Chen Pingan to the Ning residence’s medicinal storehouse to get medicine for his injuries.

Ning Yao and her four friends sat in the pavilion at Dragon Slaying Cliff.

Apart from Dong Heitan, who was still carefree and spacing out, the other three, Yan Zhuo, Chen Sanqiu and Diezhang, stared at each other, with countless words stuck in their throats, unable to be spoken.

Ning Yao slowly said, “Focusing only on victory and defeat, if Qi Shou hadn’t been so arrogant, wanting to win beautifully, and had chosen to unleash all three flying swords from the start, especially focusing on controlling the Leaping Bead Sword Formation, without giving Chen Pingan a chance to get close, and with the addition of the Mind String that could lock onto the opponent’s soul, Chen Pingan would have lost. In a pure contest of true energy endurance and the accumulation of spiritual energy in the Qi reservoir between a martial artist and a sword cultivator, Qi Shou would definitely have the advantage.”

“If it were a matter of life and death, both Chen Pingan and Pang Yuanji would have died.”

Ning Yao then added, “But in the end, Chen Pingan won these two bitter fights, not because he was lucky, but because his mind was better than Qi Shou’s and Pang Yuanji’s. He thought more about the battlefield’s timing, terrain, and people, and thought more comprehensively. Then, as long as Chen Pingan’s punches and swords were fast enough, he could win. However, there’s a major premise here: Chen Pingan could withstand their flying swords. None of you can. Your foundation as sword cultivators is far inferior to Pang Yuanji and Qi Shou. So, when you fight these two, it’s not a fight, it’s just a struggle. To put it bluntly, you dare to face death on the southern battlefield and show no fear in killing demons, so ten parts of your cultivation often have twelve parts of sword intent, and your swordsmanship is not stagnant. This is good. But if one of you were to fight Pang Yuanji or Qi Shou to the death, you would be intimidated. Why? Pure martial artists have what is called ‘martial courage’. According to this saying, it means your martial courage is too poor.”

Ning Yao continued, “In the battle against Qi Shou, the key moment when the battlefield situation changed was the instant Qi Shou unleashed the Mind String. At that time, Chen Pingan gave Qi Shou the illusion that Chen Pingan’s speed had stopped there when he hurriedly faced the Mind String. So, after Qi Shou was punched, especially since the Flying Kite was always a hair’s breadth away and couldn’t injure Chen Pingan, he understood that even if the Flying Kite could be a hair’s breadth faster, it would still be useless. It was obvious who was walking who. It’s just that Qi Shou was on the surface, seemingly elegant in his handling of the enemy, but in reality, he was squandering his advantages bit by bit. Chen Pingan had to be more covert, linking everything together, all for the sake of the second punch after opening the way with the first, a punch called ‘God of War Drumming’, which is a punch where I exchange injury for your life, and is also Chen Pingan’s most skilled punch.”

While Ning Yao was speaking,

Yan Zhuo and the others didn’t even ask anything, they just listened quietly.

Ning Yao said solemnly, “Now you should understand that from the very beginning of the battle with Qi Shou, Chen Pingan was laying the groundwork for the fight with Pang Yuanji. Yan Zhuo, you’ve seen Chen Pingan’s Square Inch Talisman, but have you ever wondered why Chen Pingan used the Square Inch Talisman a total of four times in the two fights on the street, and why the power of the talisman was as different as clouds and mud when facing the two? It’s very simple. The same kind of talisman in the world will have different grades of talisman paper, different spiritual lights of the talisman core. The principle is very simple, it’s something everyone knows. Is Pang Yuanji stupid? Not at all. Everyone at the Sword Qi Great Wall knows how smart Pang Yuanji is, otherwise there wouldn’t be the nickname ‘Pang the Polymath’. But why was he still outsmarted by Chen Pingan, relying on the Square Inch Talisman to reverse the situation and establish victory? Because in the battle between Chen Pingan and Qi Shou, the two Teleportation Talismans made of ordinary materials were deliberately used for Pang Yuanji to see. The most ingenious thing is that in the first battle, the Square Inch Talisman appeared, but it didn’t contribute much to the victory, and we all tend to believe what we see, so Pang Yuanji would unconsciously lower his guard. If it were just about competing in wits on this Square Inch Talisman, Pang Yuanji would actually be more careful, but Chen Pingan had even more smokescreens, intentionally letting Pang Yuanji see two things that he, Chen Pingan, deliberately didn’t want people to see, namely…
Compared to the talisman of Square Inch, that was a matter of little import. For example, Pang Yuanji had noticed that Chen Ping’an’s left hand had never truly delivered a full-force punch. For example, Chen Ping’an might be concealing a fourth flying sword.

Yan Zhuo and Chen Sanqiu exchanged wry smiles.

Diezhang’s head throbbed, especially after she tried to calm her mind and carefully replay all the details of the street battle. She then realized how much thought Chen Ping’an had invested, how many traps he had laid. It turned out that every punch had its purpose. Diezhang suddenly realized that when the four of them initially heard that Chen Ping’an would stay until the next city wall battle, they were apprehensive, worried that adding Chen Ping’an to their already well-coordinated team would not only fail to increase their combat strength but would also hinder everyone. Now it seemed she had underestimated Chen Ping’an.

Dong Huafu was better off since he didn’t overthink things. At the moment, he was worrying about how to face his elder sister and mother upon returning to the Dong family.

Ning Yao remained silent for a moment, then looked at her four friends and smiled, “Actually, Chen Ping’an knew from the beginning why Heitan and Diezhang were sparring, and why you, fat Yan, were provoking him. He knew you were all thinking of him. It’s just that you didn’t believe he could win three matches back then, so he couldn’t say much. But I know he appreciates it in his heart. He’s always been that kind of person.”

Ning Yao playfully asked, “Besides relief, do you feel deep down that Chen Ping’an is actually quite terrifying? If someone as calculating as him wanted to ruin you, it would be like being played for a fool? Would you be cheated and still help him count the money?”

Chen Sanqiu nodded, “A little, yes.”

Ning Yao shook her head, “There’s no need. Chen Ping’an has a bottom line when dealing with anyone, and that’s respect. If you are a venerable Sword Immortal, a strong individual, Chen Ping’an will sincerely admire you. If you are a weakling with poor cultivation and humble origins, Chen Ping’an will still interact with you calmly. Towards Granny Bai and Grandpa Nalan, in Chen Ping’an’s eyes, their most important identities are not former Tenth Realm martial artists or Immortal Realm sword cultivators but my elders, the family members who protected me as I grew up. This is the order of importance in Chen Ping’an’s eyes, and it cannot be mistaken. What does this mean? It means that even if Granny Bai and Grandpa Nalan were ordinary elderly people, Chen Ping’an would still respect and appreciate them immensely. As for you, you are my Ning Yao’s comrades in life-and-death battles, my closest friends. Then, there’s Yan Zhuo, the only son of the Yan family, Chen Sanqiu from the direct line of the Chen family, Diezhang, a good girl who runs a shop and earns her own money, and Dong Huafu, who doesn’t waste words.”

Ning Yao stopped speaking.

A figure of Chen Ping’an approached from a distance.

He had changed into a refreshing cyan robe, an old piece of Dharma clothing from the Ning residence that Granny Bai had found. Chen Ping’an had both hands tucked into his sleeves as he walked onto Dragon Slaying Cliff. His face was slightly pale, but he showed no signs of weakness. He sat down next to Ning Yao and asked with a smile, “Were you talking about me?”

Dong Huafu nodded, about to speak, but Ning Yao had already said, “Didn’t I just say you don’t waste words?”

Dong Huafu wisely kept his mouth shut.

Chen Ping’an raised his left hand and produced two Shrinking Earth talismans, one made of yellow material and one of golden material.

Yan Zhuo’s eyes widened, not because of the talismans, but because of the way Chen Ping’an’s left arm lifted, naturally and effortlessly. Where was the miserable, drooping appearance from the street battle?

Chen Ping’an put away the two talismans and smiled frankly, “I didn’t go all out with the final punch, so my left hand isn’t seriously injured. Pang Yuanji was also being considerate, deliberately staying in the street crater a little longer before coming out. We were both putting on a show for others. I didn’t really want to fight Pang Yuanji to the death, because I was sure that Pang Yuanji also had trump cards he hadn’t revealed. So I was the one who got the advantage. Pang Yuanji was willing to admit defeat, which speaks volumes about him. These two fights weren’t because I could truly overcome Qi Shou and Pang Yuanji with my cultivation alone. Instead, I relied on the rules of your Sword Qi Great Wall, as well as a rough guess of their mental state. All these factors combined allowed me to barely win. The Sword Immortals watching from near and far all knew in their hearts, and could see our true strengths. So Qi Shou and Pang Yuanji, while they lost, didn’t have to damage the reputations of the Qi family and the Hidden Official. That was my way out.”

A punch must be swift, accurate, and steady.

The same goes for drawing a sword.

Chen Sanqiu laughed, “There are some things you don’t need to reveal to us.”

Chen Ping’an shook his head, “There’s nothing that can’t be said. Before going out to fight, no matter how much I said, you would probably think I was boastful and didn’t know my limits. I don’t really care about that, but you would inevitably question Ning Yao’s judgment, so I simply kept quiet. As for why I’m willing to share things that should be kept secret, the reason is simple: because you are all Ning Yao’s friends. I believe in Ning Yao, so I believe in you. This might not be pleasant to hear, but it’s the truth.”

Fat Yan said, “It’s pleasant, how could it not be pleasant? Brother Chen, your words make me feel all warm inside, like drinking wine in the freezing winter.”

Chen Ping’an smiled slightly, “I really can’t drink wine recently. My injuries are quite severe, and I estimate that I’ll need at least ten days to half a month to recover properly.”

Ning Yao glanced at him and said, “Looking at you now, lively and talkative, do you want to fight another Marquis Gaoye?”

Chen Ping’an laughed, “Marquis Gaoye, I’m not bragging, but even if I hadn’t left the street at the time, as long as Marquis Gaoye was willing to show his face, I could have dealt with him. Because he’s the easiest of the three to handle. Fighting Marquis Gaoye, there would be no question of victory or defeat, but of life and death. In fact, Qi Shou, Pang Yuanji, Marquis Gaoye, this order was the best order, regardless of face or anything else, allowing me to win three matches in a row. But I was just thinking about it. Marquis Gaoye wouldn’t be so considerate.”

Fat Yan’s knees felt weak.

Chen Sanqiu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Dong Huafu thought that a man like this was worthy of Sister Ning.

Diezhang was also happy for Ning Yao.

Ning Yao stepped on Chen Ping’an’s foot with one foot and twisted her toes.

Chen Ping’an smiled slightly, “I concede, I was wrong, I’ll shut up.”

Fat Yan thought this good brother was a master.
Chen Sanqiu laughed, “Alright, alright, let Chen Ping’an recover from his injuries. Oh, Chen Ping’an, remember to visit my house when you have time.”

Dong Huafu, ever the straightforward one, blurted out, “Don’t go to my house. If you really do, my sister and mother will pester you to death. I guarantee it’ll be more troublesome than dealing with Pang Yuanji.”

Chen Ping’an stood up and nodded with a smile.

Just as the four of them were about to leave the mountaintop pavilion, Granny Bai stood below and chuckled, “That little girl, Lvdun, was just outside the gate, saying she wanted to become Chen Gongzi’s disciple, determined to learn his unparalleled boxing techniques. Otherwise, she’d kneel at the gate until Chen Gongzi agreed. Judging by her determination, she’s quite sincere, having bought several bags of pastries on the way. Fortunately, she was dragged away by Dong Guniang, but with that little brain of Lvdun’s, our Ning residence won’t have peace and quiet in the future.”

Yan Zhuo and Chen Sanqiu were both a little gleeful at Chen Ping’an’s expense.

They were both familiar with that girl; she was notoriously troublesome.

Ning Yao said, “Drag her in and give her a beating; that’ll quiet her down.”

Chen Ping’an remained silent.

After Chen Sanqiu and the others exited the Ning family gate, they didn’t return home separately but went to a familiar tavern for a drink.

Only Chen Ping’an and Ning Yao remained in the pavilion.

Chen Ping’an softly said, “I’m fine. You can set your mind at ease.”

Ning Yao coldly snorted.

Chen Ping’an leaned against the railing and looked up, “I really like it here.”

Ning Yao extended two fingers and gently pinched Chen Ping’an’s right sleeve, glancing at it. “Don’t try to be a hero in the future. Humans may plan for ten thousand things, but Heaven has only one calculation. What if something goes wrong?”

Ning Yao lightly released his sleeve and said, “Really not going to meet the Zuoyou on the city wall?”

Chen Ping’an thought for a moment and said, “I’ll meet them after I’ve seen Senior Chen, the Great Sword Immortal. Besides, it’s still uncertain whether Senior Zuo is even willing to meet me.”

Ning Yao suddenly said, “This meeting with Grandpa Chen is the most dangerous sword duel of all. It’s easy to overdo it. This is what you really need to be careful about.”

Chen Ping’an nodded.

Ning Yao asked, “When are you leaving for the Sword Qi Great Wall?”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “No rush. If I go too early, Pang Yuanji and Qi Shou, especially their elders, will lose face.”

Ning Yao frowned, “Why think so much? You yourself said that this is the Sword Qi Great Wall. There aren’t so many twists and turns. Losing face is their own fault. Earning face is something you achieve through your own ability.”

Chen Ping’an said, “I’m used to it. If you think it’s not good, I’ll change it in the future. Except for one thing, there’s nothing I can’t change. That one thing I can’t change, and this habit of being able to change everything, are the reasons I’ve been able to get to where I am today.”

Ning Yao glanced at Chen Ping’an, who was sitting to her left.

Chen Ping’an immediately got up and sat to Ning Yao’s right.

Ning Yao didn’t say anything. Chen Ping’an gently took her hand, closed his eyes, and didn’t speak either.

Three days later.

The Ning family’s young man, who had been chatting with the Sword Qi Great Wall’s city wall and city side, had also chatted for almost three days.

In the darkness of night, Chen Ping’an went to the Sword Qi Great Wall alone and saw the familiar two thatched huts, one large and one small. Chen Ping’an put away his talismanic boat into his sleeve and smiled, “This junior greets Senior Chen, the Great Sword Immortal.”

Chen Qingdu stood on the city wall side, nodding, seemingly pleased, “Not seeking small advantages from Heaven and Earth is the most important prerequisite for a cultivator to climb higher and farther. Ning Yatou didn’t come with you, so that means you want to talk about serious matters with me?”

Chen Ping’an was hesitating which of the two major issues to bring up first.

Chen Qingdu laughed, “Let’s walk and talk. Speak your mind.”

Chen Ping’an hesitated for a moment and softly said, “Senior, have you seen that ending?”

Chen Qingdu hummed in affirmation, “I’m calculating the time.”

Chen Ping’an then asked, “Senior, have you never thought about leading all the sword cultivators back to the Vast Expanse?”

Chen Qingdu smiled, “Of course, I have.”

Chen Ping’an’s face turned pale.

Chen Qingdu walked slowly and spoke slowly, “Over the long years of ten thousand years, I’ve seen some very interesting outsiders, young people. Most recently, there was Zuoyou, who’s very skilled in swordsmanship. A few years ago, there was that young Cao Ci. Before that, there was A Liang. Before that, there was the scholarly Chen Chun’an from the Southern Treasury Continent. Before that, there was a scholar from the Central Earth Continent, who was very spirited at the time, not at all downcast. Before that, there were a few more. All together, there were probably about ten of them. Every time I saw them, I was a little less disappointed in the Vast Expanse. But how can we rely on these young people who are already considered outsiders? There are just too many disappointing people and things.”

Chen Qingdu raised his hands, spreading his palms, like the two ends of a scale. He said to himself, “The Vast Expanse, the founder of the Artificer school, once came to find me, you could say it was questioning swordsmanship with Dao. Young people, after all, have lofty ambitions and are willing to say grand words.”

Chen Qingdu smiled, “Some of the greatest principles he thought could become the fundamental foundation for not being swayed by the ways of the world. In my opinion, they were actually naive, but some unintentional words were still good. As the world changes, their weight will increase, and they will take root deeper in the human world. It’s just that he didn’t realize it himself at the time. Well, that’s why there was room for branching out later.”

Chen Qingdu pointed to the Desolate World to the south, “A demon race Great Ancestor over there once made a suggestion and asked me to consider it. Chen Ping’an, guess what it was.”

Chen Ping’an said, “The Desolate World belongs to the Sword Qi Great Wall, and the Vast Expanse belongs to their demon race.”

Chen Qingdu didn’t seem at all surprised that this young man guessed the answer and asked again, “Then why do you think I refused? You need to know that the other side promised that all the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall only needed to make way, and when they arrived in the Vast Expanse, we wouldn’t need to draw our swords to help them at all.”

Chen Ping’an replied, “This is where the other side’s intentions are most sinister. In the process of making way and opening the road, the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall will disintegrate and their hearts will be scattered. At this moment, there are a few sword cultivators in the Sword Qi Great Wall who harbor animosity toward the Vast Expanse. On that road, there will be more sword cultivators who lose confidence in the Sword Qi Great Wall, choose to leave, or simply draw their swords in anger, standing on the opposite side of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Perhaps the Sword Qi Great Wall can eventually occupy the Desolate World, but it will definitely not be able to defend such a large expanse of heaven and earth. After thousands of years…”
Afterward, the insignificant demon races left in this realm will eventually rise. The sword cultivators, no longer with grand reasons to sacrifice themselves, will gradually have their sword intent worn down in their comfortable lives. The desolate world will ultimately belong to the demon races. Unless you, Senior, are willing to keep a close watch on the world, and slay any demon race above the Fifth Realm as soon as it appears. If I were the Grand Ancestor of the demon race, I wouldn’t even bother with alliances. I’d just let you draw your sword, keep drawing it. After centuries or millennia, there will come a day when you yourself will be mentally exhausted, weary and worn. Your strength might still be there, but your sword will become slower and slower. Eventually, you won’t even be willing to draw it again.”

Chen Qingdu nodded, “Well said.”

Chen Ping’an slowly pondered, deliberated, and continued, “But this is only the reason why you, Old Sword Immortal, don’t agree. Because, Senior, when you look out, your vision extends to millennia, tens of millennia, even deliberately severing ties with your family to ensure true purity. However, everyone besides the Old Sword Immortal has selfish desires. My so-called selfishness has nothing to do with good or evil. As a human, one has normal human emotions. The ones seated here are the sages of the Three Teachings, they will have it. Within each great clan, there are survivors who have seen Sword Immortals die in battle, they will have it. Those who have constantly dealt with the Hanging Mountain and the vast world, they will also have it.”

Chen Ping’an looked around, “If it weren’t for the sword cultivators from the Northern Ju Continent, if it weren’t for so many outsiders from the vast world actively coming here to fight the enemy, you, Old Sword Immortal, wouldn’t be able to defend the hearts of the people on this city wall.”

Chen Qingdu nodded, “Not bad.”

Chen Ping’an said, “Junior only thought about some things, said some things, but you, Old Sword Immortal, have done a real and significant deed, and have been doing it for ten thousand years!”

Chen Qingdu smiled, “You’re even better at talking than A Liang.”

Chen Ping’an was speechless.

Chen Qingdu said, “I will personally act as the matchmaker for the marriage proposal.”

Chen Ping’an blushed and said, “Old Sword Immortal, I haven’t even asked yet…”

Chen Qingdu turned his head and asked with a smile, “Embarrassed?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head vigorously and said, “Not embarrassed at all, what’s there to be embarrassed about!”

Chen Qingdu nodded, “Worthy of being that pedantic scholar’s closed-door disciple, you’ve inherited his true essence.”

Chen Qingdu waved his hand, “The Ning girl secretly followed. I won’t keep you from your romantic time.”

Chen Ping’an was silent for a moment, then extended his tightly wrapped right hand, solemnly cupped his fist, and bowed, “Chen Ping’an, from the vast world, dares to say a word for the entire vast world, a gift from an elder is not to be refused!”

Chen Qingdu laughed, “I’m afraid of you.”

The old man waved his hand. From the Ning Residence on the city side, that Sword Immortal weapon, already of the Immortal grade, was still forced out of its sheath. In an instant, as if tearing through the forbidden realms of heaven and earth, it silently appeared above the city wall and was casually held in the old man’s hand. With one hand holding the sword and the other with two fingers together, he slowly stroked the blade, and smiled, “The righteous Qi and Daoist magic are always fighting like this, internal strife is not a good thing. I’ll use my age to solve this little problem for you.”

The old man pressed the tip of the sword for a moment, withdrew his hand, and with a gentle flick of the hand holding the sword, the Sword Immortal was thrown back into the sword sheath on the table in the Ning Residence.

Chen Ping’an was stunned.

Chen Qingdu had already turned around, his hands behind his back, and said, “Go busy yourself. Be bolder.”

On the desolate and silent city wall, Ning Yao and Chen Ping’an walked side by side.

Ning Yao held up the jade pendant high, shining brightly in the moonlight.

The front was engraved with the two characters “Ping An” (平安, Peace), so this was the most truly named “Peace Talisman” in the world.

She gently flipped it over, and on the back were four characters, “Wo Si Wu Xie” (我思無邪, My thoughts are without evil).

She held the jade pendant high, looked up, and casually asked as she walked, “What did you talk about?”

Chen Ping’an walked beside her and said, “Old Sword Immortal, in the end, he told me to be bolder. I don’t understand what he meant.”

Ning Yao held the jade pendant, stopped, and gently tapped Chen Ping’an’s forehead with the jade pendant, scolding, “Where did someone’s honesty and integrity from back then go?”

Chen Ping’an suddenly squatted down, turned his head, and patted his back.

Back then, in the Immortal Graveyard of the Lizhu Cave, Ning Yao carried Chen Ping’an on her back.

Ning Yao looked disdainful, but her ears were red.

Chen Ping’an did not get up, and smiled, “So there are things that Ning Yao is afraid of?”

Finally, on the city wall, Chen Ping’an carried Ning Yao on his back, walking slowly.

In the night, Chen Ping’an carried his beloved woman, as if carrying all the moving moonlight in the world.

As they walked, Ning Yao suddenly blushed and grabbed Chen Ping’an’s ear, twisting it hard, “Chen Ping’an!”

Chen Ping’an cried out in pain and quickly turned his head.

Ning Yao gave the fellow a flick on the back of his head, scolding him in shame and anger, “If you keep doing this, I’ll really get angry!”

Chen Ping’an said aggrievedly, “Okay, okay.”

Suddenly, an old man with a stern face appeared on the city wall, “Put the Ning girl down for me!”

Chen Ping’an was stunned for a moment and said unhappily, “It’s none of your business?”

Ning Yao said softly, “He is my grandfather.”

Chen Ping’an was about to reluctantly put Ning Yao down.

“Carry her!”

Unexpectedly, someone spoke from a distance, one sentence was for Chen Ping’an, and the next was for the old man, “Is it any of your business?”

As expected, it was a fellow disciple of the Literary Sage’s lineage.