Chapter 10: The Mask Game

rary world, the old dean merely let out a cold snort and ignored him completely, showing not the slightest bit of concern."Oh dear!"Xu Xiangqian's forehead tightened, feeling deeply disrespected by th...Jiang Wang had returned to the Lingxiao Pavilion.

The whole process was very secretive.

Wearing a mask on his face and wrapped tightly in an airtight garment.

If Ye Qingyu hadn't written to him in advance, he would have been driven out of the Lingxiao Pavilion by the protective power of the sect, and there wouldn't have been any chance of getting into the secret realm.

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Of course, Ye Qingyu rarely gave him any face. Along the way into the Lingxiao Secret Realm, she kept a cold face throughout the journey.

Jiang Wang didn't know that Ye Qingyu once thought he was dead.

But he knew that his sudden disappearance would inevitably worry his family and friends.

He wasn't the type of person who would expect unlimited forgiveness from his family and friends just because he had a near-death experience. Especially since he hadn't told anyone about his actions from beginning to end.

"Hey, uh…"

Jiang Wang tried to liven up the atmosphere, his voice muffled through the mask: "The scenery is really nice!"

Ye Qingyu led the way ahead, without responding.

There's really nothing much to say in response.

She grew up here, knowing every blade of grass and every tree like the back of her hand. Did she need Jiang Wang to tell her about the scenery here

"Friend, please be careful, the steps ahead are very steep!" Jiang Wang expressed his concern proactively.

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Yè Qīngyǔ: ...

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As cultivators of the Divine Ability Inner Palace, how could I possibly stumble on a mere step

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She said angrily, "You better think about how you're going to explain it to An An later! She has been crying for days!"

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"Ah, yes." Jiang Wang said with some guilt, "I should explain properly."

He then regained some confidence and said, "But I'm prepared."

So, you only prepared to explain it to Jiang An'an You just gave me a "Fellow Daoist, come and pick me up" message in the Cloud Crane Transmission Book

Ye Qingyu's face turned cold again, and she quickened her pace.

Jiang Wang was clueless as to where he'd gone wrong, so he could only follow along meekly.

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Considering that Jiang Wang wanted to conceal his whereabouts, Ye Qingyu specially led him through a secret path, avoiding other disciples in the hall, and came to Jiang An'an's room.

At that time, little An'an was practicing calligraphy. She sat upright at the desk, holding the brush pen correctly, and wrote diligently — Jiang Wang had bought her too many sets of calligraphy practice paper all at once.

“Annie!” Ye Qingyu flashed a bright smile: “Look who’s here!”

Xiao An an turned her head at the sound and immediately recognized Jiang Wang beside Ye Qingyu. Even though he was dressed so warmly and bulky.

Her little mouth turned down, ready to start crying.

"Here's the cutest little Jiang AnAn in the whole world, look what this is!" Jiang Wang rushed forward, swishing her calligraphy brush and magically conjuring up plates of delicious food.

There are golden paper pig's feet, crispy bamboo cakes, green woven noodles, cloud smile cakes... and a pot of steaming white goose soup.

“These are all new year gifts your brother prepared for you, bought in Wei Guo. The journey was too far and we got lost along the way, so we're late!”

After bitter farewells, he pondered for a moment but still decided to return to Lingxiao Pavilion. No matter where he was going next, he had to say goodbye to An An properly. Her tiny heart was actually sensitive and fragile; if he left without a word, she would surely be heartbroken.

Moreover, Zhuang Gaoen and Du Ruhui's pursuit this time failed. As long as he didn't take his own life to return to Zhuang Kingdom, he would be very safe in the Western Territory. A king and a prime minister can't just sit around doing nothing all day, waiting to kill him.

The nearest country to the desolate mountain where the bitter-tongued monk had beaten him up was Wei. He made a special trip to Wei and asked many locals, carefully putting together a table of local delicacies.

When interacting with Jiang An'an, the biggest weapon he wielded was food.

Jiang An'an blinked, her long eyelashes trapping a teardrop that was about to fall, like broken shards of flowing light and jade.

Jiang Wang felt his hand, being held by a soft, small hand.

"Are you afraid when you get lost" Jiang An'an looked at him and asked seriously.

Jiang Wang was taken aback.

He just casually made up an excuse, saying he was lost. A cultivator with divine powers getting lost is as ridiculous as a cultivator with divine powers tripping over stairs.

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Only children would believe that.

Perhaps only Jiang An'an would always care for him with the purest heart.

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"Yes, a little bit." Jiang Wang said with a strained smile.

"Don't be afraid anymore. If you get lost, I'll go find you!" Jiang Anan nodded, as if emphasizing her reliability.

Ye Qingyu said softly, "I can vouch for that. An'an looked for her for several days. She really is the best sister in the world!"

Jiang Wang's heart was filled with boundless tenderness, which could be hidden under the mask, concealing his vulnerability.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, let's eat together," he spread out the bowls and chopsticks and invited.

Ye Qingyu's gentle expression vanished quickly, she glanced at him, and said coldly, "I have something else to do, I'm leaving."

Then, he turned and left.

The attitudes towards Jiang An'an and Jiang Wang are completely different.

Jiang Wang was at a loss. While helping Jiang An'an dismantle the gold paper pig's trotter, she asked, "What's wrong with her"

Little Jiang Anan, truly wasn't a reliable source of answers, but at this moment, there was no one else she could turn to.

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"Not happy, huh." Jiang Anan was eating soft pig trotters.

Jiang Wang helped her take apart all the bones, so she only needed to deal with the smooth and tender skin, as well as the soft tendons.

He mumbled, "When you're not nice to me, I get upset."

"Sigh," Jiang Wang let out a breath. "It seems Ye Gezhu doesn't care much for his daughter. He's probably too busy with sect affairs to treat her as well as I do you. It's a pity he's an elder, and I can't say anything."

Ginger An'an inexplicably glanced at him, her little mouth pouted: "Uncle Ye is very kind to Sister Qingyu! She seems unhappy because she saw you"

"Oh, is that so" Jiang Wang realized belatedly.

Jiang An'an gulped down a mouthful of hot soup and emphasized, "You see, as soon as you started speaking, she left."

Jiang Wangxin absentmindedly fiddled with a piece of crispy bamboo cake, letting the fragrance drift through her nose.

"No, I didn't offend her, did I" he questioned.

"Well, I don't know." Jiang An'an shrugged like a little adult and took a big slurp of green noodle soup.

This surface is made from a special kind of pepper millet unique to our country. It's green in color and spicy and refreshing.

A flash of inspiration struck Jiang Wang's mind. He suddenly remembered that he still owed Ye Qingyu Dao Yuan Stone. He had promised many times that he would repay the resources Lingxiao Pavilion had invested in Jiang An'an. But money was something that spent too quickly. Before, he had almost emptied his family fortune to buy a squirrel box for An'an...

No wonder Ye Qingyu is in a bad mood! She's probably afraid she'll forget about the debt and too embarrassed to say anything!

At this point, Jiang Wang already understood what he needed to do.

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Jiang An safely and calmly didn't know what her elder brother was thinking, she ate noodles while looking at the crispy bamboo cake he was fiddling with in his hand: "Brother, will you eat this"

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“Oh, I already ate. You have it.” Jiang Wang handed her the bamboo cake.

Jiang An'an took it, taking a bite with a satisfied smile and asked, "Why are you still wearing a mask"

Jiang Wang touched his nose.

If it was to hide his tracks, then at this moment, in Jiang An'an's small room, he no longer needed to conceal himself at all.

But how could he bear to let his sister see him with a black eye and swollen face

Master Ku Jue was quite insidious in his attack. He didn't inflict any real injuries on Jiang Wang, but he left behind bruises that were difficult to get rid of.

Given Jiang Wang's current abilities, it would take more effort and time to overcome the minor schemes left behind by a contemporary grandmaster...

"I am making a game."

Jiang Wang said seriously, "Masquerade game. See who can wear the mask the longest, never taking it off at any time. I'm preparing to wear it for at least a month and win first place!"

"What's that."

Jiang Annan wrinkled her nose in disdain: "It doesn't sound fun at all."

"Okay..."

Ginger looked wistfully and sighed.

Before, she definitely would always clamor to play together.

The child has grown up.

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