Because his wish had been granted, Bu Lige walked with a lightness in his step, practically floating along the street.
He even hummed an unfamiliar tune under his breath, clearly in a great mood.
Naturally, many people recognized him as he passed by.
After all, as the young master of the Southern Protector's residence, Bu Lige's status was anything but ordinary.
"Wasn't that Young Master Bu who just walked by?" someone asked in surprise.
"Looked like him. I wonder what happened—he looked way too happy."
"Right? Just a few days ago, he was pacing the streets with that gloomy face of his. Scared me half to death. I thought something huge had happened in Nine Stars City…"
Whispers rippled through the crowd as they watched his retreating figure disappear into the distance.
Before long, Bu Lige arrived at his home—the Southern Protector's manor.
Still immersed in his own little world, he wore a strange, dreamy smile on his face.
From time to time, he even let out a soft chuckle. "Hehe…"
It was… odd.
"Young Master, is he… sick again?" one of the maids muttered nervously, goosebumps rising on her arms.
"That smile just now... it gave me chills."
"It's been what? Over a month since his last... episode?"
"Should we report this to the madam?"
"I think we should."
"Agreed."
The maids exchanged wary glances, coming to a silent decision.
Meanwhile, completely unaware of the chaos he'd just stirred, Bu Lige made his way toward one of the side courtyards.
From within, the sharp whistle of a sword cut through the air.
But Bu Lige paid it no mind and stepped right in.
"Sis! I'm back!" he called out brightly.
Whoosh!
A sword whistled past at terrifying speed.
A deep gash appeared on the wall beside Bu Lige, followed by a cascade of dust.
He froze in place, eyes locked on the fresh scar in the stone wall. His body stiffened.
"Sis… are you trying to kill your own brother?" he asked, a dry smile twitching on his lips. Beneath the grin, there was real fear.
But he believed in her. She wouldn't actually hurt him… probably.
Up ahead, a girl clad in snow-white practice robes slowly walked toward him, long sword in hand.
It was Bu Shiyi.
She calmly slid the blade back into its sheath, her voice cool as ice. "Didn't I tell you not to interrupt me when I'm training?"
"Well, this was important!" Bu Lige raised his hands helplessly.
"You go check on Origin Mall every day like clockwork. Judging by that ridiculous grin on your face—did it finally open?" Bu Shiyi raised a brow.
Bu Lige blinked, then sighed. "Ugh, you guessed it again…"
"So? Anything new this time?" she asked with mild curiosity.
"Of course!" Bu Lige lit up instantly, excitement sparking in his eyes. "The boss launched a new feature—weapon sales! They're linked straight to the Tower of Trials!"
Bu Shiyi's expression shifted slightly in surprise.
She naturally knew of the vast armory hidden within the Tower of Trials.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it boundless.
The fact that the boss was now selling those weapons... it was honestly mind-blowing.