Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1238 - 1223: It’s Time to Leave

At this moment, Song Yun and Qingluan were holding hands as they strolled along the shopping street.

The street was bustling with people.

"Today is Saturday!"

Song Yun glanced at his phone and said, "No wonder there are so many people."

"It’s okay, the more the merrier." Qingluan laughed and said, "I haven’t walked around like this on the street for a long time."

"Then let’s walk a bit longer tonight," Song Yun said, "Let’s aim to walk until our feet are sore."

"Let’s do it!"

Song Yun and Qingluan seemed just like any ordinary couple. The fairy aura that usually elevated Qingluan above others was somehow entirely absent in the throng of people, replaced by an irresistible sense of closeness.

People around who occasionally saw Qingluan, whether young or old, male or female, all felt a sense of seeing an old friend from her.

On such a night, there was no Holy Daughter.

And Song Yun was just an ordinary guy in his twenties, without any hostility, not acting aloof, nor encountering anything that would compel him to show-off.

The two of them visited a jewelry store; Song Yun bought a jade pendant for Qingluan, perfectly matching the bracelet he had previously gifted her. Then they visited a clothing store where Song Yun bought Qingluan several outfits. Qingluan chose clothes not based on their expense but on what she liked, ranging from T-shirts of twenty or thirty yuan to dresses costing tens of thousands. Song Yun bought whatever Qingluan liked, and Qingluan never fussed over whether something was too expensive or too cheap.

The two of them walked from one end of the shopping street to the other, their hands gradually occupied by their purchases.

After shopping, Song Yun handed over their things to the Shura Alliance members who had been following him. Then he took Qingluan to see a movie.

The movie was the hottest at the moment, called "Justice League X," featuring grand scenes, huge investments, many stars, and a very engaging plot. Song Yun was naturally engrossed, and Qingluan was equally captivated.

Typically, when couples go on a date, they would either watch a romance or a horror movie. The former lets emotions flow with the film, while the latter allows men to enjoy the embrace from women who scream in fright. As for this type of sci-fi film, ordinarily only couples who have been together for a while would watch it. Song Yun and Qingluan, though their relationship was established, hadn’t watched many movies together before. Yet, Qingluan didn’t mind Song Yun’s lack of romantic flair, and Song Yun didn’t take advantage of the darkness in the cinema to do anything inappropriate.

Overall, the two of them were quite innocent.

After the movie, they found a place to eat, and by the time they returned to the hotel, it was already midnight.

Both Song Yun and Qingluan had a bit to drink; it was Song Yun’s first time drinking with Qingluan. They didn’t drink liquor or wine, just beer.

Qingluan had quite a good tolerance and, together with Song Yun, they finished a whole case, leaving those around them drinking late-night snack beer quite stunned. Imagine such a beautiful and elegant lady drinking beer one glass at a time with someone who wasn’t Gao Fushuai but looked rather ordinary. Could this really be the success story of someone ordinary? Could it be that in the future, inviting goddesses out involves going to such stalls to drink beer?

Back at the hotel, Song Yun leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, letting himself sink into it, while Qingluan walked into the adjacent bathroom.

Soon, Qingluan came out carrying a basin.

There was some water in the basin, steaming slightly.

"Let’s soak your feet, to ease the tension."

Qingluan placed the basin by Song Yun’s feet, gently removed his slippers, then took his foot and put it into the warm water.

Song Yun looked at Qingluan in surprise.

"Let me give you a foot massage." Qingluan said with a smile.

"Qingluan, you..." Song Yun looked at Qingluan, kneeling beside him, head lowered and massaging his foot, and was at a loss for words.

"I... might have to leave tomorrow," Qingluan suddenly said.

"Huh?"

Song Yun was taken aback and said, "I also have to go back in the next couple of days. Why are you leaving tomorrow?"

"No, I’m not going back to Sunan," Qingluan said. "I need to go somewhere."

"Where to?" Song Yun asked quickly.

"Kunlun Mountain."

Qingluan looked up at Song Yun and said with a smile, "I need to go there to obtain the complete inheritance."

"Inheritance?"

"Yes, after all, I am the Holy Daughter of Kunlun Mountain," Qingluan nodded and said. "The Kunpeng has progressed faster than I, and... I’ve sensed the gap between us, so I want to find a quiet place to fully inherit what I should, in hopes of gaining something."

"Sigh..." Song Yun said, a bit conflicted, "Actually, Qingluan, you... you don’t have to do this. Can’t you just stay at home and work on writing and drawing? Stop always protecting me, let it be my turn to protect you now."

"I understand your feelings," Qingluan said. "But I have my own plans as well."

"You really have to go?" Song Yun asked.

"Yes, I’ve made up my mind," Qingluan nodded and said.

"Alright then," Song Yun smiled wryly and said, "Among the women in my life, there isn’t one who isn’t stubborn, so I won’t try to persuade you anymore."

"When I return next time, hopefully, we won’t have to be afraid of the Kunpeng," Qingluan said.

"I’m not afraid of him now," Song Yun said, curling his lip. "If he dares to show up, I’ll fight him."

"Your life is more valuable than his," Qingluan said. "No matter how powerful the Kunpeng is, he’s still a loner, but you’re different. You’ve got Shishi, Xiaoqing, Zhao Yan, Meng Ku, your uncle and aunt, a family, and a big future, so there’s no need to risk everything with the Kunpeng. If you can avoid him, then try to avoid him a little."

"Just because he can progress, can’t I?" Song Yun said. "Sooner or later, I’ll deal with the Kunpeng."

"I also believe that one day you’ll definitely be able to defeat the Kunpeng," Qingluan said with a smile.

"Alright, I’m going to sleep now."

Song Yun suddenly felt a bit indifferent, pulled his foot out of the basin, and casually grabbed a towel to wipe it, saying, "Next time I see you, I’ll definitely be stronger than both you and the Kunpeng."

With that, Song Yun walked into his room.

Qingluan watched Song Yun’s back with a doting smile.

After Song Yun returned to his room, he took off his clothes and lay on the bed. Although he intended to sleep, his mind was filled with thoughts about the Kunpeng. The Kunpeng felt like a ticking time bomb, causing Song Yun considerable discomfort. Qingluan leaving because of the Kunpeng also made Song Yun feel somewhat conflicted. Of course, Song Yun was conflicted about his inability to completely reassure Qingluan.

At that moment, a slightly cold yet very soft body embraced Song Yun from behind.

"Song Yun, good night."