Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Beside the Red Well.

Ye Jingchen withdrew his gaze from the deep, dark well, turned his head and glanced at Yuan Zhinv, "Look at you. Kazama Ruri's life and death depend on you."

He was already powerful enough to kill you, his spiritual being!

But he didn't do that. Instead, he protected you in his own way, carrying the burden for you.

It's your shadow.

Compared to you, I prefer Kazama Ruri's shadow. If he's willing to heed my advice, then you have no reason to exist.

Ye Jingchen spoke coldly, for in this spiritual world, he was the master who held the power of life and death, the ultimate convergence of countless threads.

Ye Jingchen didn't need to explain any profound philosophies to an ignorant teenager; fate had already secretly marked the price of everything.

You can't teach someone by teaching them; you can learn something by teaching them once.

Genji stroked the small black energy ball with pity in her eyes. She nodded and said, "Yes, sir, I will listen to you."

"It's good that you understand." Ye Jingchen turned around and waved his hand.

A door leading away from the spiritual world suddenly appeared before Ye Jingchen's eyes.

"I'm leaving," Ye Jingchen said, reaching out to grasp the doorknob. He glanced back at Yuan Zhinu indifferently. "Don't just stand there. Get used to your body that you haven't touched in so long."

With that, Ye Jingchen pushed open the door!

A blinding burst of white light, like a flashbang exploding, emanated from inside the door!

Ye Jingchen stepped into the white light, closed the door, and left the spiritual world...

In the real world, at the top of Tokyo Skytree.

What feels like an eternity in the mental world is but a mere second in the real world.

Ye Jingchen was the first to return to the real world, calmly looking at Kazama Ruri, whose golden eyes had faded, and whose dark blue, empty eyes... no, now it should be said that they were Genjiro's.

Ye Jingchen silently put the nameless sword in his hand into the exquisite black satin silk scabbard on his back, but his hand did not loosen its grip on the hilt, just in case.

Yuan Zhinu suddenly trembled, her eyes becoming clear and bright as she looked at Ye Jingchen. She quickly tucked the fine snow back into the ribs of her paper umbrella, and bowed with a slightly apologetic smile: "My lord, I apologize for my rudeness."

Erii, who was being obedient and had her eyes tightly closed, heard that Genji's voice had changed and become much gentler. She asked curiously, "Yo-kun, can Erii open her eyes now?"

Ye Jingchen once said that Erii could speak on the Tokyo Skytree.

Ye Jingchen turned to look at Erii, who was sitting on the edge of the Skytree, cutely covering her eyes with her hands and asking him questions. He put away his cold expression and smiled, "It's okay, everything is fine now."

Erii lowered her hand, opened her eyes, and looked eagerly at Genjiro, who was now respectfully addressing Ye Jingchen.

Erii trotted over to Ye Jingchen's side and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Ye-kun, has my brother been convinced after you beat him?"

Ye Jingchen's eyes darted around in their sockets as he stroked his chin. "Hmm... If Erii says so, then I have no problem with it. In short, your second brother has agreed to come home with us now."

Erii turned her gaze to Minamoto no Wakana, a dimple appearing on her lips as she smiled. "Onii-chan, you agree to go back together?!"

"Hi, Erii!" Genji raised half her hand and greeted Erii somewhat awkwardly. "Yes, I'll go back with you."

Erii clapped her hands happily, turned to face Ye Jingchen, tightened the hem of her shrine maiden kimono to reveal her slender arms with their pitifully small biceps, and patted them. "Ye-kun, Erii also needs to practice swordsmanship hard. Being good at fighting is really so useful!"

"You want to learn? I'll teach you!" Ye Jingchen patted the little pom-pom on Erii's white winter hat.

Erii steadied her white winter hat, her glasses crinkling into crescent moons with laughter, "Okay, okay!"

"Good my ass! What are girls learning to fight for!" Ye Jingchen flicked his right sword finger, and Wuming flew out from the exquisite black silk scabbard on his back, hovering on the edge of Tokyo Skytree. "We've had enough fun, it's time to go back."

Ye Jingchen held Erii's small hand and stepped onto the nameless path.

Erii wrapped her right arm around Ye Jingchen's waist, while waving her left hand at Genji, "Onii-chan! We'll be waiting for you down there~"

"Okay, I'll catch up as soon as possible!" Genji nodded and smiled at Erii. Erii kept calling her "Onii-chan," which warmed Genji's heart, like a comforting little cotton-padded jacket.

Erii turned around and took a deep look at the big snowman she and Ye Jingchen had built, and the small snowman she had built herself. On the snowman were the characters "pear" and "leaf" written by her index finger.

Erii imagined, "Tomorrow morning, the big snowman and the little snowman will lean against each other, basking in the warm winter sun, inseparable."

Erii turned her head back to reality, pressed her face against Ye Jingchen's back, feeling his body temperature, and left Tokyo Skytree.

Erii knew she would have to rely on the notebook to speak again. Although Erii didn't dislike the notebook, she felt much more free and open-minded if she could speak for herself.

A flicker of unhappiness crossed her eyes, but she quickly concealed it, like clouds obscuring the moon. Erii didn't want others to perceive her unhappiness. But a genuinely happy smile cannot be hidden, nor can unhappiness.

Erii rubbed her face against Ye Jingchen's back and whispered, "Ye-kun, where's the notebook?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchen felt a pang of guilt and said, "It's in my pocket, Erii, take it yourself."

This feeling of guilt is like giving a child ten minutes to play on their phone and then taking it away on time, feeling a little guilty that the child didn't get to play to their heart's content.

This analogy is inappropriate. Erii is not playful; she simply wants to speak like a normal person, but that has become a luxury.

What's even more heartbreaking is that if this little girl playing with her phone really is Erii...

She won't even complain if you take your phone away at the wrong time. Even if you only let her play with it for five minutes, she will be very satisfied and grateful to you.

Erii's world lacks love, so even a tiny bit of love is enough to fill it up.

Erii put both her hands into Ye Jingchen's pockets, where they were warm. Erii felt the warmth, held the small notebook tightly, and lingered there, reluctant to take her hands out.

Ye Jingchen manipulated Wuming, slowly descending around the Tokyo Skytree.

Erii was about to land on the ground, and if she didn't speak up now, she would miss her chance.

She had never hoped for this before. Clutching Ye Jingchen's pocket tightly, she asked nervously:

"Ye-kun said that once Erii's bloodline is stabilized, Erii will be able to speak like a normal person. Is that true?"