Dream Butterfly silently stopped her moving steps, her round almond eyes unblinking, deeply observing this mysterious man, as if she suddenly thought of something... She only quietly gazed at Feng Yi, neither agreeing nor refusing.

"What, can't even invite the little fangirl anymore?"

This inevitably made Feng Yi let out a bitter yet helpless laugh. He no longer had that initial expression, leaving only a solemn sincerity.

Indeed, even surpassing any previous period, there were unmentionable secrets in his heart. He had to cultivate, had to fight, and whether he could return alive was always an unknown.

It was because of this that Feng Yi did not wish to interact with too many people. And it was because of this that, when he arrived in Sky City and met everyone, he sincerely did not wish to stay long, eager to leave quickly.

After all, Feng Yi had lived two lifetimes, and he did not want his friends to experience the emotions of a second farewell, because without using transcendent power, he didn't know if he could defeat the bizarre. Fighting was, however, an obsession as a warrior.

But now it was different, the times have changed, and he took on the responsibility of fighting the bizarre alone. Although the battle process was very dangerous, he returned in the end.

During the battle with the Old Lord, he once had to open the Fourth Dimension Gate using transcendent power because the Old Lord also used powers not belonging to this world, to cancel out the energies. This was due to necessity, but in reality, Feng Yi would not abuse this ability.

To this day, he could clearly remember every woman around him. The impression Mengdie left on him was far more profound than Jiu Ling.

If Feng Yi's feelings for Jiu Ling started from responsibility, from a man's duty, his relationship with Mengdie was inexplicable, as if there was an invisible thread connecting them.

Perhaps because of Feng Luo and Feng Wu, perhaps for other reasons, but on honest self-reflection, his feelings for Mengdie might not count as true love, yet the longing persists. Every time he saw her, Mengdie would give people a heart-throbbing astonishment, and this initial-encounter-like emotion remained unchanged.

Recalling the snow-laden dusk years ago, when Mengdie protected his last bit of life with her nearly exhausted spirit, Feng Yi couldn't say he was deeply moved, but he could see and perceive Mengdie's care, yet he always regretted not getting closure with Kexiao.

But now, Feng Yi has changed, he has become extraordinary, he has become profound and unfathomable, no longer persisting in the pursuit of victory or defeat, yet when fighting the bizarre again, he suddenly realized he was still that young person here.

Yes, a man can soar like an eagle in the sky, but he hopes his original intentions remain unchanged.

Because he is always himself, his feelings for Mengdie have never cooled, merely temporarily sealed, and Feng Yi has always believed in his own eyes.

Dream Butterfly, stunningly beautiful and otherworldly, was different from other women; she was not so intense, rather like a daffodil, fragrant and elegant, yet with a profound charm…

Perhaps she already has a new life, but Feng Yi would not hide what needs to be said.

In any case, those who understand him do not need his explanation, and those who do not also do not require it. In Feng Yi's calm voice, there was an indescribable heaviness, "Mengdie, I'm very sorry. Apologies for my tone and attitude at that time. With the unknown outcomes of the battle against the bizarre, I didn't want to involve too many people before leaving. Can you understand me?"

Dream Butterfly was slightly stunned, then gently nodded...

"Well, let's have a chat at night, shall we?"

Yet, this time, Mengdie did not agree, shaking her head to decline.

"Ah, this..."

Feng Yi didn't expect the girl to change her face so quickly, doesn't a brother need dignity?

Seeing his embarrassed and troubled look, Mengdie couldn't help but laugh, a trace of mischief flickering in her deep eyes, her cherry lips half-open, emitting a celestial sound, declaring not to stay long, only for a day, this trip to see Feng Luo and also to see you.

"Pshaw, what a tough-mouthed fangirl, so how should I find you, shouldn't I fulfill some duties as a man?"

'On the summit of Immortal Mountain, with white tea and gentle joy, longing follows the wind, and also follows you.'

This was overly sincere, right? Feng Yi rested his chin in his hand with interest, evaluating, "Your voice is beautiful, it's the first time you've spoken to me."

'Tch.'

But just as Feng Yi uttered this, a feeling of dizziness overwhelmed him, realizing he had just been caught in an Illusion Technique, unknowingly trapped by the fangirl, played around.

He saw Mengdie standing with a plain face, her cherry lips slightly raised, lively eyes full of playful spirit, her pretty face carrying an indescribable pride, only then realizing he was fooled, if you want to play like this, old brother won't be afraid.

The Third Rhythm... Break, break, break-break-break...

Uh? Break!?

In a turn of thought, Feng Yi realized after breaking for a long time, there wasn't a hint of reaction around him... because he wasn't in an illusion, but in reality now.

This... this was utterly playful, Mengdie resembled a mischievous spirit, quirky and witty, took advantage and then slipped away. Thinking about how Sir Feng, revered widely, poured his heart to speak so much, but was tricked instead. He suddenly felt a punch land on cotton without any strength, yet couldn't get angry, only quietly withdrew his gaze.

Not long in gloom, Mengdie and Mingfei left first... In fact, coming to Space City was originally due to receiving a message from Iman in advance, timing it right, as to whether seeing Feng Yi, Feng Luo, or someone else was hard to say.

When Feng Luo awakened, it was two hours later, around three o'clock in the afternoon.

It was somewhat disappointing that neither dad nor mom was by his side, though they were young parents, it couldn't help but make Feng Luo feel a sense of loss.

The maid carefully helped him up.

"Could this be Space City?"

"Yes sir, you still need to recuperate, don't move around too much."

"Thank you, but it's okay." Feng Luo responded with a smile, slowly walking out of the room, nearly bumping into Xiu Yi coming in.

"Ha, you finally woke up."

"Xiu, Brother Xiu Yi!"

Xiu Yi's gaze was sharp, instantly discerning something: "If there's something on your mind, don't hide it, come, let's talk in the room."

"No, it's nothing!"

"I watched you grow up, so don't keep it bottled up, this will harm the body."

"Actually, it's..." Feng Luo thought for a moment, "Did mom or dad come?"

"Why, it's really on your mind."

"Somewhat, I suppose."

Xiu Yi smiled, as if he saw his own immature self, but he did not answer the question directly.

"Feng Luo, we are not greenhouse flowers, the so-called care doesn't look at that. They always have you in their hearts and hope for you to be strong, to grow resilient, and won't warm you in such questions. From the moment you crossed into this dimension, everyone's hearts have been tightly connected."

"Then why..."

"Because they don't want you to be more attached, because the world you live in also has everyone that needs you to guard—frankly, while you were in a coma, Brother Feng did come, half the reason Mengdie came here today was to see you, though it was while you were unconscious, now she has left already."

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