CHAPTER 483: CHAPTER 288: LITTLE JUNIOR SISTER, I WANT TO CONFESS TO OUR MASTER_1

Fleeting clouds cast their reflections, creating ripples like lotus waves in the vast sky.

The flying ship sped through the heavens. Inside her room, Dan Wulan sat with one hand gently propping her small face, staring out the window in a daze.

Her white hair fluttered. She had repeated such actions countless times during the days he had been gone.

She playfully pulled a wisp of cloud from the sea outside into the flying ship’s cabin, letting her hands idly mold it.

Before she knew it, the cloud had taken the shape of a man.

Of course, this shape resembled a man’s form, not...

Her eyes fixated on the wisp of cloud she had molded countless times. Lost in a trance, a glistening thread of saliva unconsciously escaped the corner of her mouth.

Then, she took a deep breath, glanced around repeatedly to ensure no one was watching, and pressed the cloud-figure tightly to her cheek.

Her small face immediately beamed with happiness. Her eyes crinkled, and a silly grin spread across her lips as she murmured, "Wulan really wants to see you... really wants to..."

She longed to live a life with him like that of immortal lovers. She dreamed of lying beneath the great peach tree at No-Sword Peak, leaning against his shoulder as he kissed her. She wished he would shake the peach tree for her, showering them in its blossoms...

But all of this was, in the end, just longing.

"Senior Brother... you’ve yet to see the peach tree we planted together.

"It’s flourishing."

Dan Wulan murmured softly to herself.

Then, as if remembering something, she fiercely crushed the wisp of cloud in her hand. Pointing at the cloud-man’s nose, she pouted, "It’s all because of you!

"Flirting around outside, completely ignoring your family’s feelings..."

Looking at the crumpled face of ’Su Bei’ she had molded from the cloud, she bit her lower lip, lost in thought.

I’m about to see you soon... Senior Brother.

Just then, a rapid knocking came from outside her door, startling Dan Wulan. She quickly dispersed the wisp of cloud in her hand.

She sat up straight, her eyes regaining their cool composure as if to cover her ’crime,’ and picked up the teacup from the table.

"Come in."

Dan Wuque pushed the door open. She blinked at her sister, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Sister, wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth."

Dan Wulan: "..."

She coughed lightly. Not wanting to dwell on whether she had thoroughly wiped her drool away, she stretched lazily and asked first, "What’s the matter?"

Dan Wuque sat beside her, then pushed open the window.

"Sister, smell this."

Dan Wulan’s brows furrowed in puzzlement. Then, she stuck her head out of the window and sniffed vigorously towards the windowsill. The next moment, her eyes filled with delight. "How can there be the scent of peach blossoms this season?

"And it’s so strong!"

Dan Wuque’s errant strand of hair bobbed as she shook her head, equally puzzled. After a moment’s thought, she looked up at Dan Wulan and said earnestly, "Sister, I know you’ve been in low spirits lately.

"Why don’t you go out for a bit to clear your head? I’ll look after the Sword Sect disciples.

"We can meet up in South City later, how does that sound?"

Dan Wulan bit her lower lip, looking at Dan Wuque, her heart in turmoil.

This whole journey on the flying ship, she’d felt cooped up to the point of madness. Coupled with yesterday’s incident, her mood had plummeted. Of course, she knew this was detrimental to her cultivation.

Still, the thought of leaving Dan Wuque alone on the flying ship made her a bit uneasy.

She hesitated, about to say something, but then saw Dan Wuque patting her chest, her errant strand of hair seeming to spin wildly as she assured her loudly, "It’s alright! With me here, there won’t be any problems!"

"COUGH, COUGH..."

Seeing Dan Wuque choke, Dan Wulan’s underlying worry intensified. But her longing to see him ultimately overcame her rationality.

"Then I’ll entrust things to you, Sister."

With that said, she eagerly pushed open the door and flew towards the strong scent of peach blossoms.

Dan Wuque watched her disappearing figure with a smile and then silently closed the door.

She loves peach blossoms, Dan Wuque thought. It seems that, besides him, only their fragrance can soothe her.

* * *

The two confinement rooms on the flying ship were separated only by a wall.

Although sound was blocked, it didn’t prevent voice transmission.

Xiao Ruoching held her longsword, outwardly appearing to be calmly gathering her spirit. In reality, her mind was in turmoil, having replayed things countless times.

After a long period of contemplation, she placed the longsword across her lap, bit her lip, and sent a voice transmission, "Junior Sister?"

Unlike Xiao Ruoching, Mo Li stood with her hands clasped behind her back, gazing through the barred window at the sea of clouds. She watched Dan Wulan’s figure fly towards the distant expanse of peach blossoms.

Upon hearing Xiao Ruoching’s voice, a slight smile touched her lips. "What? Ready to talk to me now?

"I thought you’d stay quiet until your confinement ended.

"Loser."

Faced with Mo Li’s teasing, Xiao Ruoching would normally have retorted, perhaps even drawn her sword to test their respective strengths. Today, however, she simply lacked the energy. Or perhaps, something far more important weighed heavily on her heart.

Xiao Ruoching took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing. Her small hands clenched tightly onto the hem of her dress as she hesitated.