Peace Order-Chapter 1638 - 40: The Weight of a Beauty’s Grace

"It’s a pity, relationships among people are never simple; you can’t explain them with a few big principles. These few girls and Li Guanyi, tsk tsk tsk, sigh, difficult to handle, hard to speak of, tough to separate, hard to unravel."

"What is love in this world?"

"But it’s said, flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist."

"Cannot be close, cannot be clear, cannot be fully told."

With a sigh, far away outside the tall building, the old Siming leans against this outer layer like dragon scales, watching a scene in the distance, seemingly unaffected by the silver-haired girl’s mystical skills shielding them from him.

Just watching such a scene, he sighs deeply.

The old Mystic Turtle is dazed, watching the happenings over there and then glancing at the other, sighing while pulling out a plate of peanuts, a plate of smashed cucumber, and a plate of ginger pickled eggs, also carrying a flask of wine, watching the development over there while drinking and eating with the old Siming.

The old Mystic Turtle is dazed: "Ah, this can’t be right, not only do you spy on the young ones, but you also drink?"

The old Siming drinks while speaking with conviction: "What do you mean, spying?"

"Things of the elders, what spying, none at all, I’m openly watching, what spying, don’t slander me."

"Tsk, good-looking, good wine!"

But then, a hand gently pats the old Siming’s shoulder.

The old Siming is momentarily absorbed, without thinking, instinctively turns his head.

He sees a head of white hair.

Then, two fingers suddenly poke.

A move from the martial world notorious but extremely effective, like [Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl], directly pokes at the old Siming’s eyes.

"Ah, my eyes, my old eyes!"

A certain unruly old man covers his eyes, rolling on the rooftop.

The silver-haired Whale Hunter kicks aside the dazed old Mystic Turtle, sits on the rooftop, gazes at the distant scene, silent for a long time, simply picks up the old Siming’s wine, not caring if the old man has just drunk it.

Just wipes it with his sleeve and guzzles it down.

"What kind of wine, too bitter!"

Bitter wine down the throat, heartache follows.

The old father watches his daughter and the young Prince Qin over there, veins on his forehead twitching wildly, but ultimately helpless, powerless. In these ten months, Li Guanyi was out fighting, and he watched the silver-haired girl become particularly quiet.

In others’ eyes, Shaking Light always seemed so quiet, her emotions never fluctuating, appearing incapable of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

But in the Whale Hunter’s eyes, his daughter’s emotions are very rich.

Not at all like how those people imagine, expressionless, like a blank sheet.

The Whale Hunter knows where his daughter’s emotional changes come from, it’s from the worry about Li Guanyi. To Li Guanyi, Shaking Light has been accompanying him since thirteen or fourteen years old, making rounds in this world, but for Shaking Light, the same holds true.

Since leaving the Stargazing School six years ago, she has been inseparable from Li Guanyi, only during this past year, they’ve been apart for ten months, only then did the placid girl discover her changes.

Ten months apart, she misses him greatly.

The Whale Hunter exhales a long breath, letting out the painful wail of an old father:

"What kind of situation is this!"

"What kind of situation is this?!! Ah?!"

"Shaking Light, I’m here, in these ten months, I’ve been here too, without taking a step, why do you feel lonely, why do you feel sad?"

The old Siming opens his eyes, blood tears streaming, not wanting to touch this old man’s bad luck, he looks up, sees the puppet Mechanical Man General Xue appearing like a street hoodlum.

The old Siming, taking desperate measures, throws a pleading look.

General Xue sees the old Siming’s pleading eyes.

General Xue seems thoughtful.

General Xue gains clarity, General Xue smiles a reassuring smile [don’t worry].

For some reason, the old Siming’s heart trembles.

Wants to stop it, but it’s already too late.

General Xue’s puppet Mechanical Man stands there with arms crossed, pats the Whale Hunter’s shoulder, comforts: "Don’t worry."

"When they give you a granddaughter, you won’t be lonely anymore."

Slam!

The old Siming and the old Mystic Turtle simultaneously raise their hands to cover their eyes.

Central Heaven Beiji Xuantian Zhenwu Great Venerate Lord above. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The Whale Hunter’s forehead veins pulsate vigorously, retaliates with a beggar’s martial arts move, Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl, poking at General Xue’s eyes.

"Ah, eyes, eyes, my eyes!!!"

General Xue covers his eyes, rolls around on the rooftop.

Suddenly stops, puts down his hands, realizes: "Oh, almost forgot."

"Hahaha, I don’t have eyes!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The old Siming: "......"

The old man’s forehead veins bulge.

This thing’s mouth, better bury it.

Successfully stirred the mood of the contemporary Yin Yang Family master and Martial Arts Legend in three short sentences, General Xue feels satisfied, thinking today’s himself is just like what Shaking Light said, perfectly peaceful and friendly with everyone.

That’s why back then, when Chen Baxian met me, he always wanted to roll up his sleeves and fight.

It must be Chen Baxian’s problem.

Just as the turtle and the man start bickering, someone below the ancient tall building pokes upwards with a stick, shouting: "Up there, any guests?"

Everyone looks at each other.

General Xue loudly responds: "No guests up here!"

The old Siming feels too embarrassed to look at this unfortunate thing.