The black-clad youth raised the jade bowl, sniffed it lightly, and let out a faint smile. “A poison that pierces to the bone and heart—truly an extraordinary concoction.”
With a flip of his right hand, the jade bowl tipped, and the emerald-green liquid spilled with a hiss, seeping into the ground. Only a faint white mist remained, quickly dissipating into the drizzle.
The green-clad man’s pupils contracted once more.
Watching the black-clad man before him, a wicked eagerness flickered in his lifeless eyes, like a bat drawn to fresh blood.
Meanwhile, an indescribable disappointment settled on the face of the green-clad woman.
“Does my lord truly intend to stand against Han Shui Palace? Could my lord bear to raise arms against a helpless woman like me?”
The black-clad youth sighed lightly.
“It is not my desire to oppose your esteemed sect.”
But in his eyes, a sudden sharpness emerged, piercing through the dim mist and rain.
“Yet sometimes, we all must do things against our own wishes.”
The green-clad woman asked no further questions.
The pale sun had sunk beneath the western horizon, swallowed by the heavy clouds.
Their conversation had also reached its end.
She stepped back and raised her hand.
Her weapon was now in her grasp.
It seemed to be a soft and translucent object, elusive and difficult to discern. Faintly, it resembled a long whip.
“My lord, this weapon is called ‘Everlasting Longing.’ Surely, with your vast knowledge, you must be familiar with the origin of its name.”
The black-clad youth remained calm and composed. “I have heard that ‘Everlasting Longing’ is the most formidable weapon of Han Shui Palace. For the lady to wield it, it is clear you are indeed the Moon Envoy under the Grandmother of Han Shui Palace.”
He cast another glance at the green-clad man.
“That must make you the Sun Envoy,” the black-clad youth remarked.
The green-clad man asked coldly, “You figured it out?”
The black-clad youth replied, “What I noticed was your blade.”
The green-clad man fell silent.
── The four envoys of Han Shui Palace—Sun, Moon, Wind, and Cloud—serve under the Grandmother of Han Shui Palace, each wielding a unique and powerful weapon, all beginning with the character "Chang" (meaning "long" or "eternal").
── The curved blade at his side was none other than the renowned “Chang Hong Guan Ri” (Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun), a legendary blade of Han Shui Palace.
The green-clad woman smiled seductively, her expression brimming with charm.
“I am indeed the Moon Envoy. My lord, with your wisdom and knowledge, you must know that ‘Everlasting Longing’ grows stronger when met with strength, weaker when met with weakness, ever-changing and unpredictable. It echoes Bai Letian’s verse: ‘Longing stretches on, regret stretches on. Regret lasts until the journey’s end.’”
When she uttered the word “regret,” her voice carried an enchanting, melodious cadence.
The green-clad man couldn’t suppress a cold snort.
“Aren’t you talking too much?”
The woman’s eyes twinkled, and she let out a soft chuckle, as if his words were nothing more than fleeting clouds.
Turning back to the black-clad youth, she continued, “Surely, my lord knows that longing leaves no trace yet cuts to the bone. This ‘Everlasting Longing’ surpasses even the finest tempered steel. You mustn’t underestimate it.”
The black-clad youth listened as she described the weapon’s mystical qualities, as though he were hearing a legend. His expression remained calm and composed, showing neither great surprise nor fear.
“Thank you for the warning, my lady.”
The green-clad woman smiled sweetly. “In truth, even if I hadn’t told you, you already knew, didn’t you?”
Her charm was undeniable—any man who saw her would be captivated to the core. Yet, in front of the black-clad youth, her allure seemed utterly ineffective, like a performance wasted on a blind man.
Her gentle, enticing gaze was like a wave crashing against a stone wall or dissolving into the vast ocean—met with no response.
From beginning to end, his gaze toward her had never wavered.
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