The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1070: I Hope We Last Forever

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From this moment on, the news of Your Excellency Beiting Huang participating in this year’s Alchemy Conference spread like wildfire. Through various messaging crystals, it spread throughout the entire continent. More and more people rushed to Danska City. It was said that in the two days before the opening of the Alchemy Conference, hundreds of griffins on the entire continent died of exhaustion just to rush to Danska City and see Your Excellency Beiting Huang refine pills with their own eyes.

Of course, Beiting Huang didn’t know about this. At this moment, she was already sitting in the best suite in the Shang family’s hotel, listening to Leng Qianmo introduce her to the young man she had fought with today. “The Valley of Pills is a faction in the 33 Heavens. It mainly focuses on alchemy. The Great Sovereign of the Valley of Pills has a total of 132 children. Zhu Lin is the youngest, and he’s already more than 3,000 years old!”

“Pfft! Cough, cough, cough!”

Beiting Huang was drinking tea. She spat out a mouthful of tea and shot it out, scaring the waiter who had just entered to deliver the food and wine away. “More than 3,000 years old? Why does he look like he’s only in his twenties?”

Mu Qingling was used to taking care of Beiting Huang. She handed her a handkerchief and patted Beiting Huang’s back. She couldn’t help but laugh. It was rare for Little Ninth to be frightened.

“What did you think? The 33 Heavens is a plane that is far superior to the Central Continent. Which of the Great Sovereigns there hasn’t lived for more than a million years? How old they look in their human form is basically the age when they advanced to the Divine Realm. Zhu Lin advanced to the Divine Realm in his twenties. It’s no wonder he was hailed as a genius by the Great Sovereign in the Valley of Pills!” Leng Qianmo smiled and poured a cup of tea for Beiting Huang before handing it to her. “Your Teacher just came from Yan City. These are what the people from Yan City said.”

Beiting Huang came to a realization. Before she could speak, she heard Leng Qianmo say, “Be it the Mandala Land or the 33 Heavens, the flow of time is much faster than here. The higher the plane, the faster the flow of time. If your Teacher can never advance to the Divine Realm, it’s fine. Since I’ve reached the Divine Realm, your Teacher will go to the 33 Heavens.”

“The 33 Heavens? Why?” Beiting Huang was puzzled. “Teacher, are you going there to find someone?”

“Yes!” Leng Qianmo’s expression became especially lonely. He held the teacup in his hand and looked out of the window for a long time, as if he was deep in thought.

For some reason, Beiting Huang’s heart ached when she saw Leng Qianmo like this. He didn’t look like the flirtatious man in the clogs and snow-white clothes that outsiders usually saw. She thought for a moment, stood up, walked to the table, laid out a piece of paper on the table, picked up the quill pen, thought for a moment, and began to write on the paper.

After writing, she blew on the paper and walked over. She folded the paper and handed it to Leng Qianmo. She said to Leng Qianmo very seriously, “Teacher, although I’m not familiar with the 33 Heavens, there’s a relocator who became sworn brothers with me. She’s the princess of the Nine Provinces Mo Region in the 33 Heavens. It’s good if you’re fine in the 33 Heavens. If there’s anything, you must take this to find Emperor Mo.”

Seeing that Leng Qianmo didn’t take it and was hesitating instead, she couldn’t help but be very anxious. “Teacher, I’ve already lost my parents. I can’t bear the pain of losing any of my relatives. I know that you must have a reason to go, but you have to be safe too. Otherwise…”

“Alright!” Leng Qianmo took the paper and unfolded it. The words were beautiful. It was as if dragons and phoenixes were fluttering on the paper. It was a format that he had never seen before, but the artistic conception within almost instantly moved his heart. Leng Qianmo could not help but recite silently, “How long will the brightest moon last? I ask the sky as I hold a cup of wine. I don’t know what year it is in the heavens. I want to go back with the wind, but I’m afraid of the jade palace. It’s lonely at the top. When I dance and figure out the shadows, it doesn’t feel like I’m in the human world. When I dance, it’s like I’m in a red pavilion. When I’m in a low place, I can’t sleep under the light. There should not be any hatred. Why is the moon always full when we part? Humans have sorrows and joys. The moon waxes and wanes. It has been this way since ancient times. I hope that we will last forever!”