Mo Li

After more than an hour, the rain finally stopped. The weather in the Southern Border was as unpredictable as it was swift—no sooner had the rain ceased than warm sunlight bathed the earth. The freshly washed soil exuded a rich, earthy scent, which would have been even more pleasant if not for the pervasive floral fragrance that seemed to seep into everything.

As soon as the rain stopped, An San emerged from inside. He glanced at the three people in the hall—two seated, one standing—without showing the slightest surprise at the additional presence. Ye Li pointed to the dry rations on the nearby table and said, "Eat something first. I doubt our host will be bringing us breakfast today."

An San nodded and sat down, calmly eating his fill under the watchful eyes of the other three. Sick Scholar observed An San's deliberate, unhurried chewing with interest and smiled at Ye Li. "With an expert like Zhuo Jing by your side, no wonder Young Master Chu dares to venture alone into the Southern Border. Brother Zhuo, did you just wake up? Or did you not sleep at all last night?"

An San lifted his gaze and replied coolly, "The young master only brought me as his guard, so naturally, I must remain vigilant."

Sick Scholar's expression darkened slightly. A guard of such caliber was already rare enough, but from Zhuo Jing's words, it seemed Chu Junwei usually had many more attendants—this situation, with only one guard, was the exception. That meant... this Chu Junwei's identity was likely anything but ordinary. His gaze flickered briefly to Han Mingxi beside him. Someone who could befriend the younger brother of the Lord of Tianyi Pavilion was certainly no commoner.

Noticing Sick Scholar's probing look, Han Mingxi flashed him an innocent smile. Don’t ask me—I don’t know Jun Wei’s background either.

Once the four of them had prepared themselves, they left the small building. Outside, the sunlight was bright, and the floral fragrance in the air grew even stronger. Fortunately, thanks to the antidote provided by Sick Scholar, the scent had no effect on them.

Returning to the adjacent building, they found that Master Liang, his steward, and the guard named Zheng Kui had indeed vanished. Han Mingxi smirked at Sick Scholar. "Looks like they left at least an hour ago. How do you plan to find them now?"

With someone familiar with the terrain leading the way, even in the rain, an hour was more than enough to cover a considerable distance. Sick Scholar's lips curled into a cold smile. "As long as he remains in the Southern Border, he won’t escape my grasp. Besides... do you really think they waited here for us? Their destination can’t be more than twenty li from this place."

With practiced ease, Sick Scholar retrieved a small box from his sleeve and opened it. A tiny green moth fluttered out, its wings beating twice before settling briefly on a small vial he held open in his palm. After a moment, it took flight again, heading deeper into the village.

"Let’s go," Sick Scholar said indifferently, tucking the vial away.

The three followed the moth as it led them onward. The entire village was now deserted. In the darkness of the previous night, no one had noticed—aside from the two small buildings they had stayed in, the rest of the houses were crude and simple, hardly resembling a settlement of ordinary people.It seemed more like a temporary outpost. The moth led them deeper into the mountains, where countless venomous snakes and poisonous insects perished under the Sick Scholar's potent toxins. Without deliberate provocation, these creatures instinctively avoided harm, refraining from swarming to attack them.

After nearly an hour's walk, the moth halted at a cliff's edge, fluttering around the Sick Scholar in hesitation, unwilling to proceed further.

"Could it be that your little moth has led us astray?" Han Mingxi teased with a laugh.

The Sick Scholar cast him a cool glance before retrieving the moth into its box. "Go down," he instructed Mingxi.

"Go down?" Han Mingxi froze momentarily before reacting with disbelief. "You want me to go down?! Do you even know where we are? This is the Southern Border! Who knows how deep it is or what venomous snakes or monsters lurk below? And you expect me to go down?!"

The Sick Scholar replied impassively, "Your Light Body Skill is the best. Unless... you'd prefer Young Master Chu to go first instead?" Han Mingxi's handsome face darkened as he glared at the Sick Scholar, who idly traced his left fingers. His gaze then shifted to Ye Li and An San standing nearby. Though they hadn't known each other long, Mingxi was aware that Jun Wei's Light Body Skill was far from exceptional. If something happened down there, escape would be impossible. With a resentful snort, he spat, "Fine, I'll go down. Just you wait!" Once we leave the Southern Border, I'll make sure you pay for this!

With a light step, Han Mingxi leaped gracefully like a giant crimson butterfly before descending the cliff. The Sick Scholar murmured approvingly, "Young Master Han's Light Body Skill truly surpasses even that of Young Master Mingyue." Though that was all he excelled in. Compared to the cunning and unpredictable Young Master Mingyue, the Sick Scholar held little regard for Han Mingxi. As long as he ensured Mingxi's survival—for the Pavilion of Heavenly Unity's sake—that was enough.

"Zhuo Jing," Ye Li called, frowning as she peered over the cliff's edge. Only rolling clouds met her gaze, obscuring the view below. This cliff was likely twice as deep as the one beneath Black Cloud Peak. Descending purely by Light Body Skill would be impossible. An San stepped forward, extending a hand over the precipice. A silver thread, weighted with something, plummeted rapidly downward. After a long moment, he slowly reeled it back, coiling it around his palm before turning to Ye Li. "Young Master, the cliff is at least a hundred zhang deep (approx. 300 meters). And... the walls are unnaturally smooth."

Ye Li pondered this. A hundred zhang was an immense drop, and the cliff's unnatural smoothness—devoid of vegetation—suggested human intervention. The Sick Scholar's moth had indeed led them to the right place.

A flicker of curiosity crossed the Sick Scholar's eyes as he observed An San's actions. Before he could speak, a figure shot up from the cliff, landing clumsily on the ground. Barely catching his breath, Han Mingxi erupted, "Sick Scholar! Just you wait—if I die here, I swear the Pavilion of Heavenly Unity will hunt you to the ends of the earth!" Unfazed by the threat, the Sick Scholar coolly demanded, "What's down there?"Han Mingxi sneered, "What is there? Nothing but shit. Even if there was something, could your lousy Light Body Skill and your pathetic body get down there? Don’t expect this young master to take you down unless you want us both to fall and shatter into pieces!" Watching Sick Scholar frown, Han Mingxi maliciously taunted him.

It seemed he had indeed encountered danger at the bottom of the cliff, momentarily forgetting his wariness of Sick Scholar. He could only vent his anger and fright through sarcasm.

"Brother Han," Ye Li called out sternly. Provoking Sick Scholar at this moment would bring no benefit.

Han Mingxi was not an impulsive person either. Reminded by Ye Li, he quickly suppressed his anger and said, "The bottom of the cliff is a sea of flowers, but I suspect they’re all poisonous. There are many venomous snakes among the flowers, along with several skeletons—whether they fell accidentally or were thrown down, I don’t know. However, about seventy zhang down the cliff face, there’s a sizable cave that seems like an entrance. But..." He glanced at Sick Scholar with a mocking smile. "The cliff face has been deliberately treated, leaving almost no footholds. I wasn’t joking earlier—with my Light Body Skill, it’s impossible for me to take someone down without landing us both in a pit full of venomous snakes and other deadly creatures. And as for the three of you... with your Light Body Skills, trying to descend alone is nothing but a delusion." Speaking of his own Light Body Skill, Han Mingxi was brimming with pride.

"No wonder there weren’t any guards along the way—they were certain we wouldn’t find the path," Sick Scholar mused. If it hadn’t been Han Mingxi, whose Light Body Skill was unparalleled, any one of them would have met certain death. "There must be another way. I refuse to believe all those people were masters of Light Body Skill."

Han Mingxi replied arrogantly, "Naturally. Do you think achieving peerless Light Body Skill is easy? But... even if there’s another path, could you find it now?" None of them were experts in mechanisms, let alone familiar with the Southern Border. More importantly, the Southern Border people weren’t fools—they wouldn’t just sit around waiting for them to find a way in.

"You..." Sick Scholar frowned at Han Mingxi, who quickly hid behind Zhuo Jing, not even bothering to peek out. "Don’t look at me. Even if I could get in, it wouldn’t help. When it comes to martial arts, I’m really not up to par. I suspect that even if there is an entrance inside, there’d be no room to use Light Body Skill. If I went alone, at best I’d only alert the enemy."

"What exactly is inside that’s so important?" Ye Li asked with a frown.

"Do you have a way?" Sick Scholar frowned at her.

Ye Li ignored his question and repeated hers, "What exactly is the Young Master looking for?"

Sick Scholar snorted coldly. With three of them against him alone, trying to seize Chu Junwei as leverage was unrealistic. After a long pause, he finally said in a low voice, "A rare poison."Hearing this, the interest of the others immediately waned by more than half. Han Mingxi asked curiously, "Young Master is already renowned for his mastery of poison. What kind of poison in this world could move you to take such risks?" The Sick Scholar gave a cold, sinister smile, his eyes gleaming with malice, and said, "A poison... that makes one wish for death but unable to die."

Ye Li wasn’t particularly interested in what kind of poison could cause such suffering. There were countless ways to inflict pain in this world—there was no need to risk seeking out some exotic poison. As for the idea of being unable to die despite wishing for it, if someone truly wanted to die, there were plenty of ways to achieve it. The only reason one wouldn’t die was because they still had hopes and attachments keeping them alive. However, the venomous glint in the Sick Scholar’s eyes made Ye Li’s heart skip a beat, stirring a vague thought in her mind.

"Young Master is already a master of poison arts. Why take the risk to seek some rare toxin?" Ye Li remarked indifferently.

The Sick Scholar let out a short, bitter laugh, filled with resentment and malice, before coughing violently again. "True, I do possess many fine poisons, but they’re not enough... The most excruciating poison in the world lies in the Southern Border. Heh..."

Ye Li widened her eyes slightly, her voice tinged with curiosity as she asked, "I’ve heard that the most agonizing poison in the world is the Gut-Wrenching Bone-Rotting Pill, which causes the victim’s organs to rupture and bones to shatter, leaving them to wail in torment for forty-nine days before death. Could there be something even more terrifying?"

The Sick Scholar smiled smugly. "Indeed, the Gut-Wrenching Pill is vicious, but it must be ingested and carries a heavy medicinal odor. Even if masked by other scents, it can’t deceive those skilled in medicine or with keen senses. But this poison is different—when refined, it becomes truly colorless and odorless. A single drop is enough to plunge a person into eternal damnation!"

"Netherworld Dark Flower?" Han Mingxi asked curiously.

The Sick Scholar scoffed dismissively. "Do you think the Southern Border has only the Netherworld Dark Flower? Compared to that, hidden away in the Southern Border Sacred Ground, this is the true peerless treasure—the Underworld Flower."

"Underworld Flower?" Han Mingxi looked utterly bewildered. "The name sounds quite elegant, but I’ve never heard of it."

The Sick Scholar sneered again. Ye Li frowned slightly and murmured, "‘Searching the heavens above and the underworld below.’"

The Sick Scholar chuckled. "Exactly. The poison’s name is indeed ‘Underworld and Yellow Springs.’"

"Sounds rather unremarkable," Han Mingxi remarked. Compared to something like the Gut-Wrenching Bone-Rotting Pill, this name was practically poetic.

The Sick Scholar grinned. "Indeed, it seems unremarkable. But once this poison touches a person’s body, it immediately merges into their bloodstream, spreading through every vein. Unless you drain every last drop of their blood, the poison can never be purged. Even if you could replace their blood, as long as a single trace of the poison remains, it will spread and multiply at the fastest speed in the fresh blood."

Han Mingxi frowned. "Then why call it ‘Underworld and Yellow Springs’?"

"Heh... One in the heavens, one in the underworld. Those poisoned will appear unharmed on the outside, but their insides will rot away bit by bit. The more the poison accumulates within, the more beautiful their exterior becomes. But... they can no longer touch any person or animal."

"It’s contagious?" Ye Li lowered her gaze, her voice grave."No, how could it be contagious?" Sick Scholar laughed. "Playing with uncontrollable poisons invites great trouble. The reason one cannot touch anything is that any warm, living creature would cause unbearable pain and accelerate the internal decay. So, he can only hide alone in an isolated place, letting himself rot and stink. Ah... his limbs would first stiffen and paralyze, perhaps starving himself to death before the rot fully sets in."

The three present felt a chill at his words, especially with Sick Scholar's eerie tone. Even under the bright sun, it sent shivers down their spines.

"That's impossible. If it were just a poison, it wouldn’t command such attention," Ye Li remarked coolly. No matter how rare a poison was, it remained just that—a poison. In anyone’s hands but Sick Scholar’s, it might not even compare to a single antidote pill that could neutralize a hundred toxins. Sick Scholar replied gravely, "True. The Underworld Flower, when combined with another ingredient, is said to revive the dead and regenerate flesh. The so-called antidotes today can only counter common poisons. But an antidote made from the Underworld Flower can heal any poison or injury overnight, as long as the person still breathes. It can even prolong life. Tell me... wouldn’t such a treasure spark a frenzy? If that Liang fellow refined it into pills, even at ten thousand gold per pill, no one would balk at the price."

Ye Li concealed the glint in her eyes and nodded calmly. "I see. It truly is a treasure. Are you seeking it to cure an illness?"

Sick Scholar sneered. "Curing illness and crafting poison—neither interferes with the other."

"Then... it would be fair for me to claim one pill as my reward, wouldn’t it?" Ye Li asked.

Sick Scholar glared at her. "Reward?"

"Do you never pay those who assist you? Since you say it can both cure and poison, I assume the Underworld Flower isn’t exceedingly rare. I have no skill in pharmacology, so the flower itself is useless to me. One life-extending antidote pill seems a modest request." Sick Scholar’s expression shifted, and after a long pause, he growled, "I agree."

"Good."

"I can manage on my own," Sick Scholar retorted. Being led like an invalid was intolerable to him.

Zhuo Jing shot him a glance. "Feel free to try—if you don’t mind falling to your death."

"You—!" Sick Scholar’s face darkened, but Ye Li had already waved him off, taken the rope, and moved to the spot Han Mingxi indicated. She deftly secured the iron hook and tossed the rope down the cliff. Gripping it, she began her descent, inch by inch, her movements oddly practiced and swift despite their apparent slowness. Han Mingxi peered over the edge, watching her vanish into the mist below.After a while longer, the gently swaying rope finally stilled. Then, with more violent shaking, the iron hook fixed to the rock gradually loosened. "Ah..." Han Mingxi anxiously reached out to grab it, but An San said calmly, "It's fine. The young master has already arrived." Sure enough, once the hook came loose, the lower end of the rope seemed to be pulled downward, swiftly sliding off the cliff. Meanwhile, An San had already begun preparing to descend using the same method Ye Li had employed earlier. Sick Scholar no longer argued and, once An San descended, immediately used his Light Body Skill to land beside him, gripping him tightly as the two began their descent. This time, it was noticeably slower than Ye Li's descent.

Left alone at the cliff's edge, Han Mingxi curiously examined the iron hook and thin rope firmly gripping the boulder, murmuring softly, "Jun Wei really is a strange fellow..."

When Ye Li had descended about sixty zhang, she indeed spotted a cave roughly the height of a person not far to the side. She couldn't help but feel grateful that she had lengthened the rope considerably when she first discovered its advantages—being thin, long, and sturdy. Otherwise, she might not have reached this point. Applying a gentle force to the right, she swung over and landed precisely on the edge of the cave, steadying herself with a firm stance. Han Mingxi hadn't been wrong—this was indeed a deep, seemingly bottomless cave, resembling a passage carved into the cliff face, its dark depths leading to an unknown destination. Noticing the fresh footprints on the ground, it seemed these people were so confident they hadn't even stationed a guard at the entrance. Ye Li carefully stowed the rope and took a few steps forward, waiting attentively. After a while longer, An San appeared at the cave entrance with Sick Scholar in tow. The moment they steadied themselves—before An San could even put away the rope—Han Mingxi gracefully descended and swept into the cave.

"They definitely went in this way," Ye Li pointed at the footprints on the ground and then upward. "Be careful. There should be mechanisms above. When I came down, I noticed something on the cliff face—likely some kind of controllable mechanism, which is how they managed to descend without relying on Light Body Skill. Unfortunately, we don't have time to search for it slowly." Sick Scholar's expression was unwell; though An San had carried him down without much effort, the experience hadn't been pleasant. "Let's go. Don't worry about the mechanisms for now."

Ye Li frowned and asked, "Can you hold back your coughing?"

With a stiff nod, Sick Scholar pulled out a bottle of medicine from his robe and downed its entire contents in one go, his face growing even paler. "Don't worry. I won't cough anymore."

Ye Li nodded. An San took the lead, followed by Sick Scholar, while Ye Li and Han Mingxi brought up the rear.

After advancing some distance, the tunnel grew increasingly gloomy and dark. It was relatively dry, however. Once the light had completely faded, Sick Scholar took out a fire starter and lit it. Ye Li frowned—lighting a fire in an oxygen-deprived tunnel was hardly ideal, but there was no better option at the moment. Han Mingxi, walking behind, raised an eyebrow at the sight of An San and Ye Li moving cautiously with their backs against opposite walls. He chuckled softly and whispered, "Jun Wei, aren't you two being a bit too tense?" Ye Li shot him a glare. "Compared to someone with peerless Light Body Skill like you, Young Master Han, how could I not be tense?"Sick Scholar glanced back at the three of them before continuing forward with the torch in hand. This mountain tunnel clearly wasn't designed to confuse intruders, as they encountered no branching paths or maze-like structures along the way. The path kept descending, and when Ye Li estimated they were nearing the mountain's base, they finally heard noises ahead. Sick Scholar extinguished the torch and peered around the corner, spotting two men in Southern Border attire standing guard before a door, from behind which the clamor originated.

The guards clearly didn't expect anyone from this direction, chatting quietly among themselves. However, the straight passage ahead stretched at least a hundred meters and was quite narrow. None of them could silently neutralize both guards at this distance, and any disturbance would surely alert those inside.

Wordlessly, Sick Scholar produced an intricate box from his robe and aimed it forward. With two soft whooshes, the Southern Border men froze in place. The four quickly moved forward, with Sick Scholar slipping through the door first. As Ye Li passed the entrance, she paused briefly, noticing black blood trickling from the lips of the still-standing guards—clearly already dead. Her eyes darkened before she followed through the doorway.

The interior was starkly different from the dark, chilly tunnel—stiflingly hot and brightly lit. People bustled about further in, and security grew noticeably tighter. However, all four were skilled experts, making it easy to evade these guards.

Crouching behind a large rock that served as a barrier, Han Mingxi curiously peered outside. The noise outside was bustling, accompanied by the rhythmic clanging of metalwork. "What are they doing?" he wondered aloud.

Sick Scholar replied calmly, "They're forging weapons." He pointed into the distance, where rows of already completed weapons were neatly arranged. An San glanced at them and signaled to Ye Li, who nodded in understanding. The weapons being forged weren’t the kind favored by martial artists or ordinary weapon enthusiasts—they were standard battlefield arms. The sheer scale of production clearly indicated they were being made for an army.

"This isn’t our concern. Let’s move on," Sick Scholar said, uninterested in what weapons were being crafted. His only interest now was the Underworld Flower.

"Do you know where that Liang fellow is?" Han Mingxi asked.

Sick Scholar sneered. "He can’t run."

Han Mingxi nodded. "Ah, I remember now—you poisoned him, didn’t you? Where’s your little moth?"

Sick Scholar shot him a cold glare before standing and walking in another direction. Han Mingxi shrugged and flashed Ye Li a grin before following.

An San lowered his voice. "Young Master, these weapons are being forged for one of Great Chu’s armies."

Ye Li raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

An San gestured toward a row of blades nearby. "Southern Border warriors prefer short knives, while Western Liang’s blades are thicker. And Northern Rong—their cavalry is strongest, so they favor long weapons or broadswords. These blades are the standard type used by Great Chu soldiers."

Ye Li nodded and stood to follow Han Mingxi and Sick Scholar.

Sick Scholar’s guess had been correct—this was indeed a sizable underground weapons forge. Two vast caverns buzzed with activity, most of the blacksmiths being Central Plains folk, with a few from the Southern Border mixed in. The group followed Sick Scholar as he maneuvered past the workers, descending deeper until they left the forging caverns and entered another tunnel.

Unlike the rough-hewn caves before, this one resembled a carefully decorated Underground Palace. The floor was laid with exquisitely carved marble and adorned with elegant carpets.

"Are those people dead yet?!" A sharp voice rang out as soon as they approached.

Ye Li frowned—it was the voice of the wealthy merchant, Master Liang. But unlike his usual tone of smug arrogance and disdain, it now carried urgency and murderous intent.

"Relax. They won’t escape," came the voice of Le Jiang, chief of the Luo Yi Tribe.

"Why don’t you just send men to kill them outright?" Master Liang snapped. "That sickly scholar is dangerous. If we don’t eliminate him soon, he’ll be trouble. If it weren’t for him tailing me, I’d have reached the Southern Border long ago. But no matter what I do, I can’t shake him off! And that Han fellow clearly knows him too. They can’t be allowed to live—no matter the cost!"

"No matter the cost?" Le Jiang scoffed mockingly. "And who’s paying that cost? Do you think I don’t realize those men aren’t ordinary? Even the snake hordes couldn’t stop them. Every man in my Luo Yi Tribe is precious. How many would I lose if we fought them head-on? Do you think my people are as expendable as your Great Chu’s endless masses?""Don't forget..." Master Liang shouted angrily. Le Jiang raised his voice, "Rest assured, I haven't forgotten my duty. But don't command me to do anything beyond our agreement." There was a pause inside before Master Liang spoke again, "But... if those people escape, do you think they'll let us off? I don't know about the other three, but you must have heard of that Sick Scholar's reputation. He's the Third Pavilion Master of Western Liang's King of Hell Pavilion."

"Why did you provoke someone from the King of Hell Pavilion?!" Le Jiang was clearly furious, his voice sharp with rage.

"How was I to know?! He showed up inexplicably just days after I set out. I couldn't even try to drive him away—that man is notorious for holding grudges. What could I do?"

"So you brought him along to the Southern Border!" Le Jiang gnashed his teeth for a long moment before snorting, "Fine. I'll send men to deal with them quickly. Don't worry—the mountain paths have been sealed off long ago. That mountain is now crawling with poisonous insects and snakes. Even if he's the Sick Scholar, famed for his mastery of toxins, I don't believe he can poison an entire mountain's worth of venomous creatures!"

"Just be careful. Make sure you see his corpse. If you had killed them from the start, we wouldn’t be in this mess now."

Le Jiang sneered, "He stuck to your side like a shadow. Do you think we could have killed him before he killed you? I'll go arrange things—you stay put. And don’t forget your part. If our master doesn’t get what he wants, you know the consequences!" Master Liang's breath hitched, and he quickly replied, "I know. I've already brought half of the token. Give me the other half."

Le Jiang scoffed, "This was originally our Southern Border's property."

Master Liang stood his ground on the matter of profit. "The item is in my hands. Only I know how to retrieve it."

"That was entrusted to the Liang family by the late King of Nanzhao for safekeeping, not gifted to you," Le Jiang said darkly.

"Hah, so what? You know as well as I that it belongs to the Nanzhao royal family, not yours," Master Liang laughed. "Isn't it generous enough that I haven’t handed it over to them?"

"Wasn’t it because we offered a higher price? Returning it to the King of Nanzhao would earn you nothing but empty thanks," Le Jiang retorted with a cold smile.

Master Liang said, "You want the treasure, I want the money. Each gets what they desire, no? So hand over the other half of the token quickly—no more tricks. This mountain has been nearly hollowed out by your digging. Without me, you’ll never find the treasure. And don’t think about silencing me. Remember who stands behind me..."

Master Liang's smug tone clearly unsettled Le Jiang, but there was nothing he could do. He could only reply icily, "Understood. I’ll bring it shortly. You’d better not play games. Our master has given a deadline—no later than half a month. Otherwise... even if you have the Jade Emperor himself backing you, it won’t save you!"

Master Liang's triumphant laughter faltered. After a pause, he finally said, "I understand. Don’t worry. I know the relationship between the Prince and your master. I’m not one to overstep. Once I have the token, I guarantee the item will be delivered to you the moment we reach the Nanzhao capital.""That's for the best!" said Le Jiang, his footsteps gradually fading away until the room was finally left in silence, broken only by Master Liang's labored breathing.

What to do? The four stood in a hidden corner, and Han Mingxi signaled Sick Scholar with a glance. Sick Scholar lowered his eyes, a sinister smile flickering across his already gloomy face. Mingxi shuddered, casting a somewhat pitiful look at Master Liang, who was pacing anxiously inside. Who knew what torment awaited the old man?

------------------Author's Note------------------

( ^__^ ) Hehe... Long time no see, everyone, have you missed the male lead? He'll appear once this arc is done, and there'll be romance too, though it's a bit of a slow burn. Well, both the male and female leads' romance is pretty slow-burning, but when they finally meet, it'll be absolutely explosive~ Normally, updates are around 8,000 words, but since I have a job, it's really hard to write more. Occasionally, when things get too busy, I can only post what I manage to write. But I won't stop updating, really sorry about that~