Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 105.2

Chapter 105.2: The Conclusion – Hello, Everyone.

Although on the surface Song Yin seemed calm, she was extremely anxious inside.

Remembering Shen Shuci’s previous suggestion to leave with her Master, she asked, “Do you have a way to bring me over?”

Shen Shuci hesitated. “Yes.”

Song Yin immediately noticed. “Is the price steep?”

Talking to intelligent people saved effort. Shen Shuci said flatly, “Yes. I can only use the power of cross-dimensional travel twice. Bringing the Host to this world used one time. If I bring you over again, my memories of these years and the humanity that arose from them will disappear.”

Song Yin immediately understood. She said, “Factory reset.”

The principle was correct, but the phrasing coming from Song Yin felt a bit strange.

Shen Shuci suppressed the internal dissonance. “It’s very chaotic here right now. I’m looking for the Heavenly Dao hidden by Su Zhao. If I pull you over, remember to let me continue executing this directive afterwards.”

Song Yin pondered. “No need. Although I can’t return yet, there is another way to handle these matters. Can you operate the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion?”

Shen Shuci was momentarily stunned. “Yes, but it might be unstable.”

“Being able to operate it is enough. The rest doesn’t matter.”

Song Yin smiled. “How can the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion not participate in such a lively event?”

Shen Shuci looked at her cheerful smile. She guessed Su Zhao was about to suffer a disaster.

But she still hesitated. “But what about the Heavenly Dao? If He doesn’t return, the rules of this world won’t revert to the original state.”

“Don’t worry, He will follow you. Also, why are you suddenly concerned about the safety of this world?”

Shen Shuci scoffed. “Aren’t you the same?”

Song Yin shook her head. “Let’s return to the Demon Palace first.”

Shen Shuci dared not delay. She quickly drilled out of the lake and rushed towards a pavilion in front of her. Watching the gears operate with a clack-clack sound, Shen Shuci inhaled deeply and exhaled.

Then, she headed toward the Demon Palace.

Song Yin withdrew her gaze. There was still a spatial rift in front of her. Looking through the rift, she saw Shen Yirong lying on the bed.

The person was still trapped in her memories, constantly murmuring apologies.

“Master, it’s time to wake up.”

Shen Yirong heard many people’s voices. This feeling was very familiar, having encountered a similar situation when transcending her tribulation in the snowy lands of Yangyue Kingdom.

This time, she wasn’t confused about her identity; she just couldn’t find the way out.

She heard Song Yin calling her, so she paused in this dark, directionless world, and said “sorry” again.

Then she received Song Yin’s reply, “No need to apologize, Master, wake up. Many people need you.”

Although she said this, Song Yin’s words carried an undeniable hint of jealousy.

So sour.

Song Yin was almost twisting with jealousy, but she wanted her Master to be happy, optimistic, and confident, just like at the beginning of the story, as if nothing could defeat her.

She suppressed the reluctance in her heart. “Follow my voice and slowly walk out. Don’t think about anything else.”

Shen Yirong’s heart settled down strangely. She felt as if Song Yin was coaxing her like a child.

But now was not the time to dwell on such trivial matters. Shen Yirong knew what needed to be done when. She listened carefully to Song Yin’s voice.

Song Yin began to sing. Shen Yirong quickly recognized it as a lullaby, the same one her mother often hummed when she was little.

The lyrics contained many “little babies.” It was fine when she was little, but now that she was a thousand-year-old elder, she felt very strange listening to this.

Shen Yirong couldn’t bear it after a while. “Can you change the song?”

Song Yin thought for a moment, then switched to a lullaby with even more mentions of “baby.”

Shen Yirong: “…”

Shen Yirong sighed softly. After her memories returned, her tolerance seemed to have increased significantly. If Song Yin wanted to sing, so be it. Listening to a few more “babies” wouldn’t hurt.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yirong found that her inner thoughts lessened. This thing was even more effective than the quiet heart mantra.

Shen Yirong continued to walk forward. The further she went, the fewer voices she heard. She walked through her own memories, saying goodbye to the past one by one, finally meeting Song Yin, and slowly walking towards a future she didn’t know yet.

The eyelids of Shen Yirong lying in the cave dwelling fluttered twice, showing signs of waking up, but the people outside were completely unaware.

Two incense sticks of time passed. Yun Huiming supported the severely injured Mei Xin with one hand, while her sword-wielding right hand hung limply, blood dripping down her arm.

Bai Yuzan still guarded the entrance of the cave dwelling. She slowly crawled toward the entrance, using her body to block the doorway.

The divine light behind Chang Yuantan had completely withered, and her zither strings were broken. The Demon Palace Protectors were all directly unconscious.

Chang Yuantan descended to protect these unconscious people, smiling bitterly as she looked at Su Zhao in mid-air.

It seemed that Song Yin had been just playing house with them all these years. The one controlling this body now was not Song Yin herself. How terrifying would the original Song Yin be?

Su Zhao looked at her hands, feeling afraid herself. She had confronted Song Yin several times before, and if not for forcibly invoking the rules of the world, she estimated she would have already died.

Would Song Yin truly disappear like this? Could this be her trap?

Could she really take Song Yin’s body so easily?

Su Zhao began to doubt herself and her own eyes. Was everything she saw what Song Yin wanted her to see?

Perhaps Song Yin was watching her performance like a clown from somewhere.

The seed of doubt was sown in Su Zhao’s heart. She was wary of everything around her.

The unease spread rampantly in her heart. Su Zhao felt as if Song Yin was watching her nearby. She looked aside again, but saw nothing.

And Song Yin was indeed watching her, but she could only watch.

Movement came from the distance again. The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion had arrived, and then a surge of spell energy rose beside Su Zhao.

But it was ineffective.

Seeing that the newcomers were Ling Minzhi and Shen Shuci, Su Zhao’s raised eyebrow fell back down.

These two were not enough to pose a threat. The only two variables now were Song Yin and Shen Yirong.

Shen Yirong wouldn’t wake up until tomorrow, and this group couldn’t hold out until tomorrow. To defeat her now, Song Yin had to come in person.

The next moment, something flew out of the cave dwelling, grazing Su Zhao’s ear before flying into Shen Shuci’s hand.

Shen Shuci immediately merged into the All-Encompassing Mirror. Before Su Zhao could react to what had happened, she was swallowed by the All-Encompassing Mirror.

Shen Shuci rudely adjusted the time to the moment when Song Yin was in her best state.

Inside the All-Encompassing Mirror, Song Yin looked at the sudden appearance of her other self, a smile appearing on her lips. “A fake?”

Cold sweat dripped from Su Zhao’s forehead. She smiled bitterly. “Wish granted.”

The All-Encompassing Mirror was constantly cracking, showing signs of splitting. Shen Shuci turned herself into threads and desperately stitched it back together. She gritted her teeth and asked, “How long do I need to hold on?”

Seeing Shen Shuci struggling, Song Yin frowned slightly. “Can you hold on for the time it takes an incense stick to burn?”

As she spoke, the All-Encompassing Mirror cracked again with a clack. Shen Shuci continued to stitch. “No!”

Due to excessive consumption, Shen Shuci’s voice became somewhat stuttering and chaotic. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold on any longer, Mei Xin and the others placed their hands on the mirror.

The violently shaking All-Encompassing Mirror stabilized significantly, though cracks continued to appear.

But it was still not quite enough. Suddenly, many unfamiliar forces surged in.

At some unknown point, the disciples who had hidden underground in the Demon Palace came out.

“We can’t let her out!”

“Yes! To dare steal our Venerable’s body is an unforgivable crime!”

Shen Shuci was shocked by this scene. In fact, doing this made them vulnerable to backlash. She seemed to understand why the Host still liked this not-so-perfect world.

Seeing the situation stabilize, Song Yin focused entirely on her Master.

Shen Yirong’s finger moved slightly, showing signs of waking up.

The small sword symbol on her forehead lit up.

The sleeping Su Yu Sword flew out from the spatial ring. The rust on its body slowly peeled off, gradually returning to its original appearance.

The Jiang Xue Sword, left in the Demon Territory to protect the fox clan, looked up at the sky.

On the main peak of the Tai’an Sect, Liu Qianfeng stood on the treetop, looking into the distance. She coughed a few times, then smiled. “This time, she must be truly coming back.”

Shen Yirong was unaware of this. She just wanted to open her eyes quickly.

The crowd above the Demon Palace naturally felt the gradually awakening sword energy. Song Yin’s voice sounded in everyone’s ears. “Hold on a little longer.”

Shen Shuci didn’t even have the energy to curse anymore.

It sounded easy, but they were already doing their best.

Yun Huiming didn’t expect that after years of slacking off, her first appearance would be such a heart-stopping major event. She said helplessly, “Junior, learn from the previous Demon Venerable. Practice less, eat, drink, and be merry more. Be a good-for-nothing.”

Song Yin flatly refused. “No.”

Clang!

The All-Encompassing Mirror split directly down the middle. Everyone was pushed away by the spiritual energy spilling from the mirror.

Su Zhao flew out again, but she was no longer as composed as before, panting heavily with a look of terror on her face.

She was about to lash out, but suddenly stopped, just turning to stare blankly at the figure in green ascending on her sword.

Shen Yirong looked at her, her eyes full of disappointment.

Su Zhao saw it clearly. She feared that look.

Her current state meant she couldn’t fight Shen Yirong. Because the two were once friends, Su Zhao understood that any further struggle would be futile.

She wasn’t afraid of death, just extremely unwilling. After paying such a heavy price, everything ended up being for nothing.

Shen Yirong raised her sword. The mountains hummed in response. Everyone present’s weapons sang along, like a downpour.

A gale surged, directly sucking the water out of the Demon Palace lake. Shen Yirong pointed her sword at Su Zhao, her voice cold. “Return my disciple’s body.”

The sword tip was still some distance from Su Zhao, but her neck felt very cold, as if many swords were resting on it. But she was unwilling.

She quickly calmed down. “If I die, you will never find the Heavenly Dao, and this world will still slowly wither.”

Shen Yirong’s expression didn’t change, but her sword didn’t move closer.

Good people usually had to consider more things than evil people. Shen Yirong was in this exact situation now.

Shen Shuci naturally heard these words. She constantly chanted “Heavenly Dao above” in her mind, but received no response.

Growing more agitated, she couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

That Song Yin said the Heavenly Dao would follow her! She lied!

But after a moment, Shen Shuci opened her eyes wide and looked at the sky. A golden light sliced through the horizon, dispelling all the gloom.

Su Zhao’s face changed. “How could this be?”

Seeing her momentarily stunned, Qing Li instantly moved. Su Zhao instinctively used space to block, but she had lost control of the space in this world.

So Qing Li’s hand firmly landed on Su Zhao’s shoulder.

After a moment of dizziness, Su Zhao found that she had been forcibly swapped into another body, locked within the nine-tailed fox’s body.

Shen Yirong remembered this spell. She and Song Yin had suffered a great loss from this technique.

Qing Li, now in Song Yin’s body, wanted to wag her tail but realized she didn’t have one. She looked back with an expression of disgust, then turned to Shen Yirong with a look seeking praise. “Sword Venerable, aren’t I amazing?”

The Su Yu Sword was complaining in her mind. Shen Yirong first used the wind to lock Su Zhao in place, but the other party didn’t seem to have any intention of escaping.

Shen Yirong took a look. Just as she was about to praise Qing Li, she felt a look of deadly observation.

Heh, jealous.

Shen Yirong smiled gently, thinking of coaxing Song Yin first, but then she was hugged.

It was Shen Shuci.

Another person hugged her, and then more and more. She saw the evil spirits slowly returning to the underground, listening to the sound of the crowd’s revelry.

These overly familiar people tossed her up and caught her.

The sunlight overhead was just right. Shen Yirong shielded her eyes with her hand. She chuckled. “So dazzling.”

See, both today and tomorrow are full of hope.

But why did the evil spirits disappear, yet the resentment grow stronger?

Shen Yirong turned her head and met Song Yin’s melancholy eyes.

Sigh, I guess I have to find a way to coax her now.

As everyone rejoiced, the light that illuminated the sky landed beside Su Zhao. It constantly changed, finally taking on the appearance of Su Wanxing (the Heavenly Dao).

Su Zhao did not look up, or rather, she didn’t have the strength to do anything anymore. The sunlight shone on her, yet she felt cold.

Her soul was already unstable, and without Song Yin’s spiritual energy to sustain it, it dissipated faster. Unwillingness was meaningless.

Su Zhao forced herself to accept it.

Everyone’s voices quieted down. They looked at Su Zhao and the Heavenly Dao.

After a moment, Su Zhao surprisingly spoke first. “Do I look like a clown?”

The Heavenly Dao’s voice was also Su Wanxing’s voice. “You are not a clown; you are a sinner.”

Su Zhao didn’t deny it. She chuckled. “Then what do you plan to do?”

Su Zhao looked at Shen Yirong, then turned her eyes away. She smiled again and said, “Heavenly Dao above, can you answer one question for me?”

Qing Li’s face suddenly turned pale. Divination always required a price, and the current Song Yin was locked inside her body.

The light in Su Zhao’s eyes diminished. She forced herself to gather her strength and asked, “What will my end be?”

The Heavenly Dao closed His eyes. “You will die today.”

Su Zhao looked at the sun overhead. She laughed abruptly. “The sun is so nice. Thankfully, winter has passed.”

Su Zhao used her last bit of strength to break free from the wind that locked her, then gave the Heavenly Dao a hug.

The resentment in the Demon Palace suddenly surged again. The tired crowd drew their weapons in alert.

But the spirits did not attack them. Instead, they charged straight at Su Zhao.

The spirits dragged Su Zhao’s soul out of Qing Li’s body. Su Zhao was dragged underground without any resistance.

Before being completely annihilated by the spirits, Su Zhao looked at Shen Yirong and the others.

No farewell, no resentment. Her sins vanished from this world along with her.

But Shen Yirong understood her meaning.

This was her self-judgment.

Everything returned to peace. Shen Yirong lowered her eyes, then felt many people watching her, so she turned around.

Worry was in everyone’s eyes.

Shen Yirong understood what they were worried about—her going berserk again. So, she stretched out her arms and yawned. “I feel like I had a very long dream. Now the dream is over, so…”

Shen Yirong paused deliberately, like playing a trick.

Bai Yuzan was still breathless as she spoke, but she laughed, breaking the silence. “So what?”

Sensing a certain person’s sour gaze, the smile on Shen Yirong’s lips deepened. “So, please return to your respective immortal sects and territories to clean up the aftermath of this great chaos.”

Everyone’s hearts settled down. They said their goodbyes to Shen Yirong one by one.

The Demon Palace was heavily damaged, but casualties were few. Qi Wu was severely injured, so all affairs fell to Li Xiu.

Shen Yirong watched Li Xiu bustle about. The other was very capable, making the originally intending-to-help Shen Yirong a burden.

Li Xiu directly sent her back to the cave dwelling. Shen Yirong touched her nose awkwardly.

It was much quieter in the cave dwelling. Shen Yirong saw that Song Yin was somewhat unhappy, so she asked, “When can you return?”

“Very soon. I’ve almost figured out this spell. By then, we might be able to travel between the two worlds. Master can come back to visit if you want.”

This was good news for Shen Yirong. She once again marveled at Song Yin’s terrifying learning ability.

Seeing that Song Yin didn’t look very happy, Shen Yirong asked, “Are you sad about the deaths of the sect members?”

Song Yin stood with her arms crossed, her face habitually cold. She said, “No.”

“Liar,” Shen Yirong also frowned. “If you come back, find me at the Tai’an Sect.”

Song Yin finally looked at Shen Yirong’s face. She saw Shen Yirong smiling at her and heard her say, “You don’t need to hide your emotions in front of me.”

Song Yin lowered her head, only speaking after a while. “A little sad.”

Song Yin looked up again. “But I will continue to move forward, and Master should too.”

Shen Yirong was momentarily stunned. She looked at Song Yin. “Mmm, we will walk together.”

That day, Shen Yirong left the Demon Palace and returned to the Tai’an Sect.

Shen Yirong helped the Tai’an Sect handle a series of affairs, but every sunset, she would stand on the summit of Northwest Peak, watching the foot of the mountain.

Shen Shuci took over the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, becoming the new Pavilion Master. However, she had returned the body she previously used to Ling Minzhi. Now, she acted through a puppet. Fearing she would scare people, she had to wrap herself up completely, looking like a mummy.

Thinking of it that way made it even scarier.

On this day, Shen Yirong stood on the summit of Northwest Peak again, looking down at the foot of the mountain. Shen Shuci’s voice was still constantly ringing in her mind.

“Ah! Host, you don’t know! These people are simply pigs! No! No pig is this stupid! The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion is doomed!”

As she listened, Shen Yirong couldn’t help but say, “You are the worst batch I have ever led.”

Sensing the Host’s teasing, Shen Shuci’s head hurt even more. “Come and teach them, and you’ll understand. Just now, a fool even swore with their soul! Suicide? I criticized her, and she snapped back, saying I swore the same way! Please! I don’t even have a soul! Is that the same thing!”

Even though the voice was roaring in her mind, Shen Yirong felt her ears itching. She wanted to scratch them but thought it would damage her image as an expert, so she put her hand down and continued watching the foot of the mountain.

“Host, are you listening to me?”

Shen Yirong: “I am listening. When do you think she will return?”

Shen Shuci, far away in the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, was exasperated. In her mind, Song Yin was already omnipotent. Although she hadn’t returned after half a month, she might return in another half a month after smashing the barriers between the two worlds.

She answered the repeatedly asked question weakly, “She will. That person is not human at all.”

This was a compliment that sounded like an insult.

Shen Yirong smiled. The distant cranes called out a few times, apparently hungry.

Let them starve. Ten meals a day isn’t enough for these birds.

Shen Yirong complained about the overweight cranes while turning around to enter the small kitchen and retrieve a bag of grain. Her sprinkling motion had a certain aesthetic of feeding chickens.

The fish in the pond were also plump. Why wasn’t Song Yin?

Was it because her cooking was bad? It shouldn’t be. Didn’t Senior Sister always eat with great relish?

Shen Yirong pondered deeply. She decided to delve into cooking again before Song Yin returned.

So she turned and walked into the small kitchen. A moment later, an earth-shattering explosion sounded on Northwest Peak.

Liu Qianfeng and the others’ faces instantly changed. They rushed to Northwest Peak in a panic, seeing a slightly curly-haired, soot-faced Shen Yirong.

Everyone exchanged glances, and then Northwest Peak was filled with cheerful laughter. Even Mei Xin’s lips turned up.

Shen Yirong had a thick skin, but she genuinely felt a little embarrassed this time. Seeing everyone still laughing, she simply snapped her fingers, and the joyful laughter instantly stopped.

Unable to make a sound when they opened their mouths, the crowd swarmed Shen Yirong, wanting her to lift the spell.

Shen Yirong, holding a pot with only the handle remaining, skillfully dodged everyone’s attacks. She used the pot handle to hit the head of anyone who got too close.

Strangely, Shen Yirong used the broken pot handle as a sword without any awkwardness, even evoking a hint of sword energy.

It was bizarre, but this was Shen Yirong.

Shen Yirong didn’t dare to play too much. After all, everyone here was injured. She was afraid of being extorted.

Thanks to Song Yin, she was now the wealthiest person in the Tai’an Sect.

Song Yin…

Shen Yirong’s mood became low again.

Liu Qianfeng clenched her fist. “Don’t worry. If she doesn’t come, I’ll help you tie her up!”

Looking at Sect Master Liu’s bandit-like appearance, Shen Yirong couldn’t connect her to the Elder Liu who used to cry at the drop of a hat.

Yun Huiming thought this was a good idea. She raised her hand. “Count me in.”

Shen Yirong rubbed her forehead. Are there any normal people left in this sect?

Fortunately, Senior Sister Mei is not like this. Shen Yirong silently looked at Mei Xin.

Mei Xin looked at her Master beside her, then looked down at her own hand, and then imitated them by raising her hand.

Shen Yirong rolled her eyes. This group was truly unbearable.

But while she was complaining, she forgot that she was essentially cut from the same cloth.

Liu Qianfeng looked at Shen Yirong’s already dark face. She walked closer and patted Shen Yirong’s shoulder, almost driving Shen Yirong into the ground like a nail.

The Sect Master said boldly, “Forget those bad women! Let’s have a small party tonight. I’ll go get the oldest jar of wine.”

Shen Yirong rubbed her shoulder. “Don’t slander me. What ‘those bad women’? There’s clearly only Song Yin.”

Yun Huiming teased, “You’re afraid she’ll get jealous, aren’t you? It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so easily jealous. She’s a complete vinegar vat. If she opens a vinegar factory in the future, it’s guaranteed to make money.”

Shen Yirong glared at her. “Why aren’t you hiding from people anymore?”

The previously cheerful Yun Huiming’s breath hitched. She pointed to Mei Xin’s hand clutching her belt. She shrugged helplessly. “I can’t run away. Why don’t you persuade your Senior Sister to practice the Path of Emotionlessness properly?”

Shen Yirong flatly refused. “How can a cultivator casually interfere with the karma of others?”

Yun Huiming scoffed. “Can’t argue with you. Never mind. We’ll come over tonight.”

Shen Yirong nodded.

The group arrived on time in the evening. Seeing the lively atmosphere, Shen Yirong rolled up her sleeves and rushed into the kitchen. Yun Huiming managed to persuade her to stop only after a lot of coaxing.

Liu Qianfeng highly praised the wine she brewed. Yun Huiming was chopping vegetables in the darkened kitchen.

Mei Xin squatted nearby, watching the flames in the stove. But as she watched, her gaze shifted to Yun Huiming’s face.

The evening’s excitement seemed to be more than just this.

Just as Shen Yirong was about to fall asleep while listening to Sect Master Liu talk, someone else arrived at the door. Chang Yuantan walked in with a paper-wrapped package.

She placed the item on the table. “I bought some on the way. I remember you liked them back then. I wonder if your taste has changed.”

Another voice sounded. “She’s a nostalgic person; she must like it. This is for you; it’s medicine.”

Bai Yuzan placed a porcelain bottle in Shen Yirong’s palm. But seeing the room full of injured people, her professional habit kicked in. She began to examine everyone one by one.

Yet, Bai Yuzan was the one most severely injured in that battle.

Shen Shuci came with Qing Li. Seeing Liu Qianfeng present, Qing Li transformed into her true form and hid under the stool Shen Yirong was sitting on.

“This is the All-Encompassing Mirror. I managed to fix it again. The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion doesn’t need this thing now. Does the Host still want it?”

Shen Shuci pushed the mirror forward after speaking.

Shen Yirong looked at the item and thought of Song Yin again. She accepted the mirror. “Thank you. How is being the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master?”

Shen Shuci looked at the joints on her wooden hand. When she looked up, her wooden face clearly showed a sense of resignation.

Shen Yirong felt something was amiss, but Shen Shuci didn’t begin to recount her suffering. She only sighed and said, “I ran into You Runing on the way. She asked me to pass a message to you, saying she deeply regrets her previous offense and hopes you will be very happy in the future.”

Shen Yirong turned to look at the noisy people filling the room. She smiled. “I will be.”

“Move aside!” Yun Huiming crossed the threshold, carrying dishes. Mei Xin followed closely behind.

The bustling crowd gathered, injecting vitality into this previously somber night.

Bai Yuzan looked at this group of people drinking wine before their injuries were healed with despair. Seeing that she couldn’t stop them, she simply snatched the wine and ran.

“Hey! She ran away!”

“Don’t run! Put it down!”

“That wine is expensive!”

The chaotic noise eventually became indistinguishable as to who was shouting what.

Shen Yirong did not participate in this farce. She merely watched the group laugh and play, and she unconsciously began to smile too.

But soon, her smile faded.

Would it be even livelier if Song Yin were here?

Suddenly, the noise outside vanished.

Shen Yirong looked up. Under the moonlight, by the stone where Song Yin practiced sword fighting as a child, someone was standing there.

Everyone’s silence was naturally for this one person.

Shen Yirong walked to the door.

The person turned around and headed straight for Yun Huiming.

The crowd surrounding Yun Huiming immediately parted.

Song Yin walked up to Yun Huiming, then extended her hand. “The sachet my Master embroidered.”

So she came for an item. Yun Huiming didn’t expect this person to be so persistent about the item in her possession. She smiled and readily handed over the sachet.

Song Yin’s face, upon receiving the sachet, shone brighter than the stars in the sky.

Shen Yirong felt somewhat embarrassed. She didn’t know where she found the courage back then to give away such an ugly item.

Song Yin seems to really like it. Should I make a few more?

While thinking, Shen Yirong was hugged by Song Yin.

She heard Song Yin whisper in her ear, “Master, I’m back.”

Hearing this, all of Shen Yirong’s worries over the past few days instantly vanished. She hugged Song Yin back. “Why didn’t you contact me?”

In reality, crossing two worlds was not that easy. Song Yin simply didn’t want anyone to worry.

She hugged her Master even tighter. “Spiritual energy is scarce over there. I had to conserve some.”

Shen Yirong didn’t know what to say to her, or rather, she couldn’t bear to scold her.

She racked her brain, searching for some romantic words, but in the end, she only said, “I missed you very much.”

But those four words were enough.

Song Yin closed her eyes. “Me too.”

After a moment, Song Yin added, “Master, there won’t be any more accidents this time. We will be together always.”

She had heard similar words before, but hearing them now felt especially unique.

Shen Yirong felt her eyes getting warm. She sighed. “Come on. The party is in full swing.”

The onlookers, who had been silent for so long, finally dared to speak.

Yun Huiming: “That’s right! Let’s eat and drink!”

“Hey! Yuzan, don’t glare at me! I won’t drink, okay!”

The crowd laughed and poured back into the room. Although the wine was banned, everyone’s face was smiling.

Shen Yirong and Song Yin sat side by side, watching the crowd.

As their eyes met, their hands secretly intertwined beneath the table.

This time, there would be no more obstacles.