Money Inn - 40

That mark was left when she swung her blade to shield him from the fiery torrent, back when he was almost devoured by a berserk fire spirit deep within the volcano! Back then, he called her "Jingwen"; and during the rare moments when her aura flared, radiating a sacred and chilling pressure as she suppressed the rampaging dragon veins, he'd faintly heard other venerables address her as "Ruoxi". Su Jingwen, Guan Caihua, Guan Ruoxi… different names, different faces, even different temperaments, but the habitual slight raise of her eyebrow, that protective yet slightly money-grubbing down-to-earth demeanor – it was unmistakably the same person! At this moment, cheerful commotion drifted in from outside the door. Several farmers from "Slow Living Pastoral" pushed in carts of freshly harvested specialty grains, calling out enthusiastically, "Brother Asu! We've brought this season's sweetest sweet potatoes and rice!" And in a corner, several plant-type spirits from the forest community gathered around Asu, happily showcasing their newly revived tender sprouts. People from four worlds, memories from four worlds, subtly overlapped at the Money Inn at this moment. The White Tiger tribe woman noticed Xiao Long's shocked expression and couldn't help but tug at his sleeve, "Xiao Long, staring at Manager Asu for so long is quite rude, isn't it?" Xiao Long took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions and the countless questions in his eyes. Looking at Asu, who was gently tending to the various visitors with a faint smile on his lips, he suddenly understood—