bookbashuk Chapter 579 "Are you determined to force me to say it myself?"
Chapter 579 "Are you determined to force me to say it myself?"
After that day, Fu Sheng left Shenque and went to the Huaxian Clan alone.
Nearly half a year had passed since she last saw Huaijin.
Huai Jin was wearing the robes of the Huaxian Clan. Compared to his usual minimalist style of dress, the Huaxian Clan's robes were much more unique and elaborate. They were made of plain silk, which was as light as flowing clouds. The robes had three layers that gradually changed color: the outer layer was lotus-white, the middle layer was sky blue, and the inner layer contained a very light golden glow.
The inner skirt hem was embroidered with a hidden color technique, as if it contained a whole starry river map. As Huai Jin walked towards her, it gave rise to a faint starry river phantom, as if the embroidery on it would come to life in the next second, so stunning that people couldn't take their eyes off it.
Fu Sheng looked at it and suddenly felt a moment of disorientation.
But this sense of disorientation wasn't brought on by Huaijin, but by this ethnic costume.
She felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the Huaxian clan's attire, as if she had seen it somewhere before or even worn it.
But then she remembered—the people from the Painting Immortal Clan had dressed just like this when they came to the Divine Palace to invite Huaijin back.
Her sense of familiarity probably stemmed from the deep impression that this ethnic costume had left on her at that time.
“My lord.” Huai Jin stopped in front of Fu Sheng and called out.
He still possessed a serene demeanor, with light-colored almond-shaped eyes, showing no significant difference from six months ago.
People are easily deceived by his kind and gentle appearance, but only Fu Sheng knows how stubborn his temperament is beneath that exterior.
Huaijin was never a warm, smooth jade, but a diamond with sharp edges.
"You're surprised to see me?" Fu Sheng asked.
Huai Jin didn't answer. He just looked at Fu Sheng's face, then his brows furrowed slightly: "Your Majesty looks much more haggard. Has something happened at Shenque?"
Fu Sheng was stunned for a moment.
She didn't consider herself a person who easily showed her emotions, but unfortunately, they knew each other too well, and could tell at a glance whether the other was doing well or not.
Fu Sheng lowered his eyes slightly, but did not hide anything, and said: "Three years ago, there was an internal traitor in Shenque who used the Life Gu on alchemists and weapon crafters. The incubation period has now ended, and more than 30 alchemists and weapon crafters have died in the past half month."
Upon hearing this, Huai Jin's expression hardened.
He grew up with the deity and was well-informed, so he naturally knew what the Life-Giving Gu was.
"Is the antidote for the Life-Giving Gu not enough?" Huai Jin asked.
“Yes, the raw materials for making the Life-Giving Gu are extremely difficult to obtain. Even after searching the entire Immortal Realm, we can only refine ten antidotes, which is far from enough compared to the number of alchemists and artifact crafters who may be afflicted by the Gu.” Fu Sheng explained their current situation, then pursed her lips and asked, “Do you… want to come back with me?”
Fu Sheng's tone softened slightly in the last sentence, clearly carrying a plea.
Huai Jin's body stiffened. In fact, both the God Lord and he knew very well that if they wanted to break this situation, they could only rely on his power.
He knew that the God Lord had come to him because something had happened at the Divine Palace and he wanted his help. Huai Jin had already prepared himself mentally, but he did not expect the God Lord to have such an attitude, to speak to him like this.
Huai Jin felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He tried his best to control his expression and looked directly into Fu Sheng's eyes: "My lord, it's still the same question. Answer me and I'll go back with you."
Hearing that half a year had passed and Huaijin was still agonizing over that incident from back then, Fusheng clenched his fists under his sleeves, and his expression turned slightly cold. "Do you really want to force me to say it out loud?"