The Flaring Divine Robes

The long narrow lake was as blue as the sea and shaped like a waist, but it was just a slender lake in the north. Ning Que had once stopped here, so did Mo Shanshan and the girls from the Black Ink Garden. Many interesting stories had played out here, and Ye Hongyu had once heard them while on a hanging basket in the clouds.

It was a pity that what she faced was not the young, damp Calligraphy Addict in the hot spring, whose black hair fell like a waterfall behind her. What she faced at this blue lake was not the food of Chang'an or the Great River Kingdom, but the bonfires and those surrounding them.

Having had his attack countered by Ning Que at the Red Lotus Temple, Long Qing was in a half-comatose and half-mad state. Fortunately, his loyal subordinates carried him away when they fled. When he regained consciousness, he did not have time to lament or fall into depression. Instead, he brought his men on this journey to the north without hesitation.