The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master - Chapter 1329

Chapter 1329: Chapter 1329: Ultimately, It’s All for Beiting Huang
 

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Lord Beiting Jing’s thoughts, unspoken, were known to Beiting Huang. Including Beiting Lin’s journey to the 33 Heavens, although there were many reasons, ultimately it was all for Beiting Huang. However, Beiting Lin knew about the Chaos Divine Source within Beiting Huang, a treasure coveted by the Spirit God Race, but what about the other three big families? What were they after?

Still, Beiting Huang didn’t quite want to drag them all into this.

Nangong Cang was just as cunning, observing Beiting Huang’s concerns. He let out a slight sigh, saying somewhat helplessly, “Big Boss, we’re all old bones now. Even if we once had grand ambitions, after more than a hundred years, they’ve mostly worn away. But who let us ascend to Heaven Rank? With life indefinitely extended, if refining oneself is merely to idly pass the days, then it loses all meaning. Besides, these youngsters, isn’t each one of them following you around every day? Do you think they won’t go if we don’t? Just think of it as… us paving the way for you.”

Even if Beiting Huang continued to oppose, it was to no avail.

There was only one night left before Yan City’s grand event. After the event, the people of Huang City would scatter in every direction. Throughout that night, Beiting Huang’s mind could not be at peace. She and Yan Ye sat atop the roof of the Bedchamber in the Nine Spirits Hall. She was dressed in palace attire, her hair tied with only a purple ribbon, cascading down her back, the layered folds of her purple skirt spreading out on the glazed tiles, enchanting as a fairy who had flown out of the Moon Palace.

Yan Ye, too, wore a long purple robe, his silver hair flowing with the wind behind him. His purple eyes appeared even more otherworldly under the moonlight, his pupils gleaming brilliantly as if reflecting the Star River. He was sitting on the roof, his legs bent apart, and Beiting Huang rested on his knees, listening to the flute music wafting from his cherry blossom-petal soft lips. Beiting Huang watched his face from the side, her gaze fixed on his lips, imagining the splendid taste.

The flavor she had once tasted was sweet yet not cloying, smooth and tender, carrying a faint fragrance, like that cream cake from the world’s top restaurant, made by France’s finest master, even surpassing that cake in deliciousness.

“Yan Ye’s lips, I’m afraid, surpass all the delicacies I’ve tasted in my past and present life. I really want to take another bite!” Beiting Huang, while listening to the flute music and envisioning the loveliness of Yan Ye’s lips, suddenly became distracted. Then, remembering how a previous kiss from him had almost wrecked her soul, her usually bright eyes dulled with a touch of disappointment.

The flute music was melodious, like a breeze passing through a bamboo forest, like moonlight scattering over a lake’s surface, and like whispers of lovers at the bedside. At that moment, in Yan City, who knew how many people were sitting by their windows, propping up their cheeks, gazing at the moon which would be full after just one more night, listening to this flute music singular to the heavens and absent from the earth, their thoughts carried away.

The only one drifting away while listening to the music was Beiting Huang. The music, though beautiful, wasn’t half as captivating as the person beside her. Maybe it was because she hadn’t gotten a taste?

Yan Ye found it hard to continue playing. He even heard the little one staring at his lips and swallowing hungrily. Halfway through the tune “Phoenix Seeks Mate,” Yan Ye stopped playing the flute, raised his hand to pinch Beiting Huang’s cheek, “With such a longing look, are you itching to gobble me up right now?”