Chapter 1623: Chapter 982: Destiny’s Catastrophe

The wind invaded the clothes, cold as snow.

Fang Geyu sat with a deadpan expression, defiantly unchanging.

After driving everyone out, he began to play dumb again.

After Baili An got dressed, he looked at Fang Geyu expressionlessly: "Get over here."

Fang Geyu’s face was tauntingly mocking: "What? Are you mad enough to want to spank me?"

Seeing her acting defiant at such a time, Baili An coldly sneered in anger:

"Those six girls haven’t gone far. If you don’t obey me, I’ll leave you here alone and go find that Hong Shan girl. Perfect timing for her to help you test the sword! Let you know whether this future city’s groom’s physique is useful!"

Baili An knew Fang Geyu was cunning and smart; if he said he would complete unfinished business with those six girls.

She certainly wouldn’t care, seeing through the lie, and would happily send him off.

But Baili An was strategic, speaking only of seeking Hong Shan alone, not the six.

Fang Geyu immediately lowered her crossed leg, her small face cold as frost.

She suddenly became alert.

But Fang Geyu was still stubborn: "Oh? Really? You actually fancy that cold-faced girl Hong Shan, your taste is truly unique.

Still, I love helping others achieve their goals. How about I give her to you?"

If you enjoy helping others so much, why grind your teeth?

Baili An neither refused nor agreed, his expression uglier than hers, turning around, leaving without hesitation.

Fang Geyu’s face changed slightly, suddenly stood up, and threw the chair behind her at Baili An’s back.

The precious chair shattered.

Baili An turned to look at her, Fang Geyu looked at him with hatred, tears streaming down her clear eyes.

Her tone was cold, yet not defiant: "If you step out of this door today to find Hong Shan, I will..."

"What will you do?" Baili An interrupted.

Fang Geyu didn’t wipe her tears, stubbornly turned away.

She said no more, her hands resting on the table edge, slightly raising her behind.

Still with that spoiled, imperious air.

The resentment in Baili An’s heart dissipated greatly, a soft smile emerged in his eyes.

"What are you dawdling for?! Want me to step on you?"

Baili An’s expression froze, the smile in his eyes quickly receded.

He walked over, raised his hand without politeness.

Like disciplining a naughty girl, his hand swiftly moved, landing on her round behind.

Fang Geyu winced in pain, her snow-white cheeks flushed, her breath rapid.

After finishing, Baili An’s anger dissipated mostly.

Seeing him withdraw, Fang Geyu acted as if nothing happened, tidying her messy skirt.

Then she stood up nonchalantly.

Only a small mole on her white earlobe, like a needle prick, under the snowy light, red as burning.

Baili An glanced at her, sighed lightly, whispered: "I was really angry just now, but the person I truly wanted to hit wasn’t you, Fang Geyu."

As he spoke, his gaze gently shifted; he added: "No matter what, it’s the True Ancestor Evil God, what’s it doing hiding inside a little girl.

Jiyuan, come out and let’s talk properly? If you refuse, Fang Geyu, you can keep raising your behind."

Speaking Jiyuan’s name seemed to trigger a mysterious response.

Fang Geyu’s brow furrowed: "Are you crazy, provoking that thing for no reason..."

Before she finished, she felt her spirit platform empty, the immense consciousness lifting from the Sea of Consciousness.

Beside them, the copper mirror slowly reflected a woman’s figure.

Baili An turned his gaze, seeing the woman slowly emerge from the mirror.

Her three thousand strands of hair danced, jade posture immaculate, dignified and divine, though materialized, still possessing an elusive, tremor-inducing etherealness.

Without facial features, gradually they formed as if drawn by skilled hands: pure black eyes, indigo brows, a distinctly shaped nose, thin yet majestic lips.

A face tinged with pale moonlight and snow.

Behind her, the small room burgeoned with grand manifestations.

Beneath her delicate toes were distant peaks, frosty ridges, cloud mist and frost, birds in flight creating azure aura, the moon splitting light, the pine’s melody endless.

Smelling her icy snowy scent, Baili An hazily sensed the fragrance of cold plum snow on Cold Ridge’s first autumn. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The woman’s light golden eyes slowly gazed at Baili An, her thin lips coldly lifted.

Under her snow sleeves, she opened her palm, pale fingers pinching, an ancient rugged plum branch bloomed at her fingertips.

In Baili An’s mind, a cold piercing pain, an ancient sealed memory suddenly scattered...

Years of frost and snow, the eastern courtyard, a loud phoenix cry awakening the forest, snow fell from the treetops...

The woman in pale attire came through the fragmented snow, amid the pervasive white, her smiling eyes quiet like a snowy night.

Cold moonlight illuminated her jade face, as wind moved and clouds shifted, snow brushed her hair, swept across her eyes.

Behind her were unknown hill flowers and plants, fragrantly standing between the lush woods, waving to him.

He looked up at the gentle figure holding his hand, against the light, his mother’s face.