The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 218: Lord Dragon Mountain Returns Again

He lowered his head.

He abruptly bowed his head downward—

Blood seemed to rush upward, his mind buzzing, and he saw… Return Not.

In his hand was none other than the Hundred Battles Blade, Unreturning Divine Might!

That dark, sinister broadsword hung ominously in the night, its slender, sturdy handle following the Tang-style sword design, unsheathed and resembling a sword greatly.

At the hilt, encircled by a golden ring, were two resolute characters:

Return. Not.

Green fields, vermilion bridge—memories of days gone by.

Another year passes, yet you do not return, my lord.

Mo Ran was struck as if by lightning. The light in his eyes shrunk to needle points, and the color of his face was more pale than a corpse's, more ghastly than any vengeful spirit.

"No... No... It's not... Don't!"

In near despair, he cast Unreturning aside, but Divine Weapon resonated with him, automatically returning to his waist.

"It's not true!" Mo Ran raged, attempting to summon Ghost Seer. He wanted that crimson willow vine, and he called out for it time and again, but Ghost Seer did not come.

There was no Ghost Seer, no trace of that vine whip.

Only Unreturning Company remained by his side.

"Do you believe now?" The lingering black shadow coalesced again, this time faster than before. It swiftly took form, with limbs, a waist, and a head...

Mo Ran refused to believe it.

He wouldn't accept it.

Ignoring the mass of black smoke, he dashed toward the end where light shone.

This was an illusion created by Xu Shuanglin... It was nothing but an illusion...

Going to where that beam of light was, everything would come to an end.

He dashed towards it with all his might, desperately running.

Yet, his arm was grasped tightly once more.

Mo Ran no longer cared and shook it off. He roared, "Get lost! Get lost! What is real? Do you know better than me what's real? I know what's real! The way he treated me well, that's real! Him not being dead, that's real! How could the experiences we've shared over the years be fake? In Jin Chengchi's Peach Blossom Spring in the Ghost Realm, Butterfly Town, we tied our hair together—"

That soft voice gently interrupted him, almost as if sighing, "Aran, the one who tied hair with you was me. Why don't you remember?"

He turned abruptly and saw that the black mist had coalesced into a figure. Her face was as beautiful as a lotus flower, exuding irresistible charm. She truly was the most stunning beauty in the world. She leaned over gently, adorned with sparkling hair ornaments and wearing the bright red wedding gown from their marriage ceremony.

"Xu Yingfeng, when I couldn't walk any further, you carried me up. You told me not to call you Your Majesty, but to address you as Aran from then on. Have you forgotten?"