Chapter 453: 453, I am Chu Jin
A silent night.
The cold moonlight.
The light blue barrier, the tall figure standing with poise, his clearly-defined strikingly handso features, all is quiet and peaceful.
The man slightly lowers his eyes, his gaze unreadable.
At this mont, his eyes are filled with only her.
Suddenly, from the quiet outdoors, a breeze picks up, lightning strikes, thunder rumbles, and the storm blends with the rain.
Large drops of rain hit the window.
Pitter-patter.
A bit piercing, and sowhat eerie.
As he embarks on this journey, his chances of survival are slim.
It is unknown whether he will have an opportunity to spend the rest of his life with her.
The rest of life seems so long.
Yet also so short.
Only after a long while does the man slowly raise his right hand, a string of transparent symbols congealing in his palm, resembling so kind of ancient script.
They carry a mysterious and weathered air.
His slender fingertips gently touch her forehead, those ancient characters slowly rge into the space between her brows, vanishing from the center of his palm.
As the symbols disappear, the man’s complexion becos paler.
A layer of fine sweat beads appears on his forehead, sharp as a sculpted ice.
The person on the bed, perhaps dreaming, reveals two shallow dimples on her jade-like cheeks, lting millennia of ice.
"Master, are you sure you want to do this?" Little White had slipped in at so point and spoke cautiously.
At this mont, the man’s originally profound and cold phoenix eyes have turned a terrifying shade of crimson, chilling to behold, and his entire being exudes an intimidating aura that deters anyone from approaching.
White Tiger, being one of the Ancient Spirit Beasts, can unite in mind and spirit with the person it is bound to. Although Chu Jin is nominally its master, Mo Zhixuan is the one truly bound to it, so it knows the reason Mo Zhixuan is doing this.
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhixuan glances at it, without speaking, the color of the symbol under his palm is slowly fading.
"Master," Little White walks to Mo Zhixuan’s feet, looking up at him, reminding him, "There’s only one day left till the night of extre yin. Doing this will reduce your cultivation by a hundred years..." It was highly irrational for him to damage his own cultivation power at such a ti.
The man remains composed, the string of symbols under his palm solidifies into a seal, before finally disappearing into Chu Jin’s space between the brows.
Little White sighs softly, having spoken thus far, it no longer feels it appropriate to say more.
Having completed these actions, Mo Zhixuan slowly turns around, his gaze falling upon the ancient Konghou by the window.
He strides over, lays his hand upon the strings, and instantly, srizing music spills from his fingers.
There is a beauty, unforgettable at sight. A day without seeing her is like madness in the heart.
The phoenix soars high across the sky, the world he travels searching for the phoenix. Alas, the lovely lady is not near the eastern wall.
...
Phoenix, phoenix, return to your land, soar the four seas in search of your mate.
It is the famous ancient guqin lody, "Phoenix Seeks Phoenix".
The tall figure and the Konghou are bathed together in the moonlight.
His well-articulated fingers on the cool, hard strings form a remarkably beautiful scene, extrely pleasing to the eyes.
Unfortunately, the sleeping girl never heard such pleasant music.
Little White beside him was completely astonished.
If it was not mistaken, that Konghou was a relic of the ancient empress.
When the Konghou sings, wonders appear, dragon and phoenix dance.
It’s just a pity, the one playing is not of the Bloodline of Fire Bathing, hence the Dancing Dragon and Phoenix did not grace with their presence.
With this thought, a look of regret shows in Little White’s eyes.
This night, too short.
The exquisite celestial music sleeps with her.
The next day.
The golden sunlight spreads across the land, and when Chu Jin wakes up, it’s already nine in the morning.
This is probably the latest she’s gotten up since her rebirth, having slept very soundly last night without even having a single dream.
Feeling refreshed and at ease early in the morning, as if she were transford.
Just out of bed, she notices a note left by Mr. Mo.
—Breakfast is ready in the dining room. I’ll return in seven days. Do not worry.
His handwriting is as firm as his character, sweeping through a myriad like a command, powerful enough to pierce through paper.
Like he is himself, cool, serious, and ticulous.
Chu Jin can even imagine how he looked when he wrote this, with eyes lowered.
Lost in thought, her phone lights up.
Chu Jin picks it up—it’s a ssage from her editor.
Linglong Dice:
(Ahhh! Miss, did you keep up with the pre-sales on DingDing site from yesterday?)
A slight smile plays on Chu Jin’s lips, her fingers dancing over the screen.
Brocade of Beautiful Landscapes:
(I haven’t had the chance to look. What about it?)
Linglong Dice:
(Image/Image/)
The excited editor can’t type any words, but instead sends two images.
The first is the new book sales rankings on the DingDing site.
NO. 1: "Blooms like Brocade."
The second image shows the pre-sale figures for the new book.
Just one day into the pre-sale, and the number of reservations has already reached six figures.
Chu Jin replied with two smiley faces.
This result was expected.
Linglong Dice:
(Hey, beauty, I’m serious, how about riding this wave and starting a series?)
Given the current popularity of "The Return of the Past
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