There really was a shooting star that night.

    Jiang Zheliu had predicted this before he had gone to mend the Realm Boundary. Thanks to the remote location of Zhongnan Mountain, it was actually a very good location to watch the shooting star, and it could be seen quite clearly.

    Back then, when he still had his cultivation, he had predicted this night. But at that time, it had not occurred to him that he’d have the opportunity to drop everything and watch it so peacefully in this way.

    A snow overcoat was draped around Jiang Zheliu’s shoulders, the fleece was fine and light, and the collar had a bright red lining. It had been tied tightly by Wen Renye, wrapping him up well so that not a wisp of wind would get in.

    He had the devilish handwarmer in his lap, warming up the palms of his hands. At this moment the terrain was utterly silent, the night was dense and the stars were twinkling.

    Snow had fallen everywhere on Zhongnan Mountain, as well as on the small pavilion. Jiang Zheliu sat in the pavilion at the peak of the mountain. Wine was boiling on the stone table making a gurgling and bubbling sound.

    That was for Wen Renye, he himself was only drinking tea.

    As Jiang Zheliu lowered his head to drink his tea, his long snow-white hair was taken away by the night breeze and fell along beside his ears, effortlessly, in Wen Renye’s eyes, it was such a beautiful sight that he thought he’d entered into some sort of fantasy land.

    The Devil Lord was afraid that he would be cold, so he covered him up tightly, but he still felt that Jiang Zheliu was very cold. His body was cold and hard to warm.

    “So, do you always just consider the greater good?” Wen Renye hadn’t forgotten what had happened earlier, and he was still feeling quite worked up about it, as he poured the wine he said, “People like you will die from exhaustion sooner or later.”

    He didn’t really say this with much ferocity, it was more a sense of disbelief and frustration.

    Jiang Zheliu didn’t get angry either and he even nodded his head in agreement. He took a sip of his bitter tea and said: “I have thought about dying this way many times, but now I am fortunate to have some peace. Perhaps I have hope of living out the rest of my days peacefully …… Will you prepare my grave for me?”

    He could not tell what kind of mood Wen Renye was in from his gaze. Wen Renye stared at Jiang Zheliu closely, as if he was a volcano that had been waiting to erupt for a long time: “I don’t care where you die.”

    This devil never said what his heart was really feeling. The more he cared, the more his heart ached. The more he felt Jiang Zheliu was doing something for those who were undeserving, the more he refused to console him. His heart was burning like a fire, but the flame was smothered by Jiang Zheliu’s words, leaving only a beaten flame that represented the pain of his innermost feelings.

    “Heartless.” Jiang Zheliu commented once again, as he looked up at the vast horizon, at the twinkling stars in the pitch black sky, “You are still young and talented, your future is extremely promising.”

    Whenever Jiang Zheliu spoke, he always spoke to him like he was his senior, but it was true that he could be considered an elder. When Wen Renye and his father had gone to Ling Xiao Sect to negotiate a treaty during the power struggles amongst the stirring undercurrent, Wen Renye was still in his youth. In the prime of youth, only concerned about cultivation and swordplay so that he could reach the top.

    “If I had such a successor, I’m afraid I could wake up laughing in my sleep, to know under the Netherworld that……

    Before he had finished speaking, Wen Renye was glaring at him intensely, seemingly he was extremely displeased with him for saying such things.

    Jiang Zheliu took it in stride and avoided the subject, turning the hand warmer in his hand as he said, “My shidi is also young and talented.”

    In Wen Renye’s opinion, this was simply him making an excuse for his shidi. But he did not continue to retort, because as long as he was alive, he would certainly not let Jiang Zheliu suffer.

    The surface of the tea moved slightly, it had been cooled a little by the night breeze. Jiang Zheliu placed the cup on the stone table.

    “Wuxin is naturally proud and conceited, and may not be as mature as you when it comes to certain things.” Jiang Zheliu looked far up into the sky, “I’ve let everything go, now I don’t know what the future holds.”

    Wen Renye could not bear it any longer, his grip was so tight on the cup of wine that it smashed into pieces. He then took out a new one and said with a cold face: “Your shifu has done really well raising you. Making you put all your efforts into it, unto your dying day.”

    Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, “You’re angry again, what exactly can I say that won’t make you angry?”

    Even Wen Renye did not expect his own mood swings to be so violent. Only after it had been pointed out by the other, did he come back to his senses. He reached out to hold the other’s ice-cold hand, and after a long silence, said in a muffled voice, “I’ll make you better.”

    Jiang Zheliu was looking at him with his pitch-black eyes, they looked like calm bottomless pools, containing nothing but ice-cold deep water, utterly empty.

    “Can you stop thinking about how to die all the time.” The Devil Lord was a little annoyed, “You should be thinking about how to continue living.”

    Jiang Zheliu did not speak, but skipped over his glass, grabbing the wooden spoon to ladle the richly scented hot wine on the small furnace and pouring it into his tea cup.

    His movements were so fluid that no one would have noticed for a moment that there was anything wrong with what he was doing. His wrists which were poking out from his sleeves were slim, narrow and slender, they were pale and colourless. Even his nails had a fragile translucency. He resembled more like a finished white jade sculpture.

    The hot wine fell into the teacup, and it was only when Jiang Zheliu put the wooden spoon down that Wen Renye noticed something odd and took a hold of his wrist, “You can’t drink wine.”

    His body temperature was dangerously low and his wrist were so slender that it seemed they’d snap if twisted.

    “Junior Lord’s wine smells too good.” Jiang Zheliu said, “Let me taste it.”

    The other didn’t reply.

    “Heavenly Spirit Body.” Jiang Zheliu was concise: “It wants to get pregnant.”

    Wen Renye：“？？？”

    In the past, when he had his cultivation, he was able to suppress it, but now since he didn’t have a spark of spiritual energy, he naturally couldn’t suppress the outward manifestations of his special physique.

    After saying that, Jiang Zheliu stopped caring, seemingly completely oblivious to what all the fuss was about.

    Wen Renye froze for a long time, staring at the sleeping sickly beauty in a daze. His mind kept circling back to the other’s words he had just said, wondering whether he should pry open Jiang Zheliu’s head to see if he was talking nonsense, or whether he should pry open his own head to see if his hearing was normal.

    He forced himself to stay silent for a short period, and then he asked again with considerable difficulty.

    “…… just ignore it?”

    Wen Renye did not think he would get an answer, but after a short moment, he still heard Jiang Zheliu’s vague and sleepy voice.

    “Hmm, it’s fine.”

    He then murmured, “Stop talking and let me sleep ……”

    This sickly willow tree took a long while to wake up from his sleep and he would lose his temper if he was disturbed. Wen Renye didn’t speak again, his mind was buzzing for quite a while, staring at the quilt, then the other’s inner robes. The Devil’s gaze finally fell upon the other’s abdomen.

    ……his body, wants a baby？

    He had heard about the Heavenly Spirit Body, but what was it？

    Wen Renye felt that his devilish life was being challenged in a huge way.