The news of the three lost jade artifacts quickly spread to the major factions. So, where are the protagonists now, and which faction are they in?

“Double moons rising high, something big is about to happen,” Li Xiaoming calculated with his fingers, stroking his long beard. “Xu Ge, it won’t just be the three of us this time, will it?”

In the vast courtyard, Xu Yi sat on the stone steps, staring ahead, as if expecting someone to climb over the wall and walk up to him to ask:

“Shall we team up?”

The feeling of loss made it hard for Xu Yi to focus. A week had already passed, and although they had looked for Yi Yu, they had all failed.

Since this mission had no clear competitive nature, the search for the three jade artifacts quickly began. Xu Yi, Li Xiaoming, and Wang Qiang headed to Wuling Town to find the jade ink brush.

On the carriage, Wang Qiang lifted the curtain, revealing a peach orchard. It was the season for peach blossoms, which made the air refreshing.

“Xu Ge, should we take a rest and get ready for action?”

Wang Qiang’s suggestion was quickly answered. Li Xiaoming insisted on pulling Wang Qiang further to see the peach blossoms, leaving Xu Yi by the creek to wash his face.

The stream was very cool, and even the fish swimming below could be clearly seen. Xu Yi picked up a stone and threw it into the center of the water.

Splash! The water splashed up, but his heart felt no excitement. Danger was slowly approaching, but Xu Yi had no idea.

The long sword was about to pierce his clothes. Xu Yi turned around, but the sword’s owner’s face remained hidden, and Xu Yi fought back.

After a few exchanges, neither side gained the upper hand. Their robes were soaked, and the sword master’s strikes grew faster. Xu Yi, distracted for a moment, was struck by a palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The sword master was about to land another blow but was pushed back by a woman who had appeared out of nowhere.

The last image Xu Yi saw before he closed his eyes was the fight.

Xu Yi had a long dream. In the dream, Yi Yu was sitting under a tree, his eyes covered by a white cloth. Xu Yi, unable to believe it, slowly walked closer.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

Yi Yu opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the scene began to shatter, breaking into pieces that fell to the ground, turning into darkness.

“Xu Ge, you’re awake! You’ve been asleep for two days!”

Xu Yi was about to get up when he was stopped. Wang Qiang handed him a cup of water. “Xu Ge, you were attacked. Li Xiaoming and I were knocked out as well.”

A woman entered the room, holding medicine. Her voice was bright and clear, and she seemed like a lively child.

“You’re lucky. You ran into me while I was out picking herbs.”

“But it was my silent husband, Zhao Zhen, who saved you.”

Zhao Zhen?

“Looking at your clothes, you must be someone important. You’ll have to give me some silver.”

Before the young girl could finish speaking, Xu Yi saw someone he had missed for a long time, appearing just like in his dream. Before he could say a word, the person was already being supported by someone else’s arm.

“He’s the one who saved you. My husband, Zhao Zhen.”

A metallic taste of blood rose in Xu Yi’s throat. In disbelief, he asked:

“Yi Yu, are you messing with me?”