Fan Wubing stared at her in a daze nearby.

Zhuge Hong noticed his gaze and quickly said, "Sorry, I got carried away and forgot the master hasn’t drunk yet."

"It’s okay, it’s not hard to make, you can drink."

"Oh."

Having known Zhuge Hong for a year, Fan Wubing still didn’t know what kind of person she was.

She loved crafting and could stay in her warehouse for a year without going out if undisturbed.

She had a strange yet accurate intuition, and even with Fan Wubing’s skills, he couldn’t hide his presence around her.

She possessed extraordinary talent and wisdom far beyond most people in this world.

Like the wondrous existence of a universe in a box, even the current Fan Wubing couldn’t make it, but she created it in just six years starting at the age of twelve, while also leading the construction of the Qiming Realm, altering the fortunes of the Little South Continent.

What exactly was she?

Fan Wubing couldn’t see through, couldn’t understand.

"Master?" Zhuge Hong waved her hand in front of him.

Fan Wubing came back to his senses, "What’s up?"

"If the master has something on his mind, you can tell me. My intuition is very accurate, and maybe I can help you." Zhuge Hong’s smile was infectious, making Fan Wubing smile involuntarily.

Fan Wubing jokingly said, "I’m looking for three things, can you guess what they are?"

Zhuge Hong looked a bit puzzled, "How can anyone guess that?" Suddenly, her eyes sparkled with a trace of slyness, "If the master is connected heart to heart with me, I can definitely guess."

"How to connect?"

"Ten fingers connect to the heart." Zhuge Hong reached out her hands. Her hand shape was good, each finger straight and round, but there were many calluses from years of crafting, "We cross our ten fingers, and that’s heart to heart!"

Fan Wubing narrowed his eyes, "Really?"

Zhuge Hong immediately said, "Definitely not to take advantage!"

"Alright." Fan Wubing extended his hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. Then he saw her face blush, "..."

"Let’s... let’s start." Zhuge Hong’s voice became smaller.

"Mm."

Zhuge Hong closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.

Her hands were somewhat rough, but warm, even a bit hot.

Gradually, her expression became very calm, after a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes,

"The moon, the sword, and the dragon, the master is looking for these three things, right!"

Fan Wubing was stunned.

The moon, sword, dragon? Could it be referring to the lunar, golden, and fire essences?

He stared blankly at Zhuge Hong, who appeared as if seeking praise.

He didn’t expect Zhuge Hong not only guessed what he was looking for but guessed deeper than he himself knew.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"Hehe." Zhuge Hong made a "yeah" gesture, which Fan Wubing taught her.

Fan Wubing asked again, "Where exactly are these three?"

Zhuge Hong seemed to have caught onto something, raised her chin, "Promise me first, take me with you to find them, or I won’t tell you!"

"Okay."

"Then start with the moon. Hand to me."

"Need to grasp fingers again?"

Zhuge Hong tightly grasped Fan Wubing’s hand, giggling, "No need, but the master’s hands are so smooth, very comfortable to touch."

Fan Wubing immediately withdrew his hand.

Zhuge Hong "tsk"ed, then poked her chin,

"’Moon in dreams’."

"’Moon in dreams’?"

"Mm, these three words suddenly appeared in my mind. Probably it means the moon the master is looking for is in someone’s dream."

"Whose dream?"

The deeper it went, the more difficult it seemed for Zhuge Hong to feel, sweat began to seep on her forehead,

"A... woman in a wheelchair."

Fan Wubing was stunned. A woman in a wheelchair... Jiang Sha’s face immediately appeared in his mind.

Seeing his expression, Zhuge Hong asked, "So, master, do you have a clue?"

Fan Wubing shook his head.

Zhuge Hong seemed a bit frustrated, "Then I can’t help, I can only sense this far."

"Let’s skip the moon for now. What about the sword?"

Zhuge Hong puffed her cheeks, "Doing this is tiring, the master should compensate me well!"

"Unlimited cola!"

"Okay!"

Zhuge Hong’s eyes immediately sparkled as she continued to sense.

Fan Wubing indeed didn’t sense a hint of qi or dao intent from her, completely unable to understand how she sensed... Was it really just intuition? Wanted to open her mind to see what was inside.

"’Sword in heart’. The sword the master is looking for is in someone’s heart."

"Who?"

Zhuge Hong closed her eyes, frowned with difficulty, speaking little by little, "This person, the master seems to know."

"I know?" Instantly, countless faces flashed in Fan Wubing’s mind.

Suddenly, Zhuge Hong opened her eyes, loudly said, "Master, you are actually married!"

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Because I feel that person has a marriage contract with the master!"

"Uh..."

Fan Wubing knew who it was. He took a deep breath, "Indeed, I have a bride who hasn’t yet married."

Zhuge Hong rested her chin, "I see, she’s my future master’s wife."

"Xiaohong, do you miss home?"

"Eh, why does the master suddenly ask this?"

"For so many years haven’t gone home, you surely want to go back and see."

Zhuge Hong looked at Fan Wubing blankly, not understanding why he suddenly said this, then she realized and asked,

"Is my future master’s wife in Sword Continent?"

"Ahem, yes."

"Master, you’re blushing!"

"Nonsense. Quickly prepare, we’re setting off now!"

"Master, is my future master’s wife beautiful?"

"Not bad."

"Eh, what’s with that? Shouldn’t one’s wife be the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"..."

...

Sword Continent, a place gathering countless talented Swordsman.

In the post-immortal cultivation era, the most remarkable Great Sword Immortal Li Yuan came from the Sword Continent. No sword cultivator in their lifetime didn’t want to visit the Sword Continent, to experience the supreme Sword Dao and ultimate Sword Intent.

Dingshang Core Area, Phoenix Dynasty, White Emperor City.

Departing from Little South Continent, it only took a day for Fan Wubing to take Zhuge Hong back to her hometown.

White Emperor City is the Imperial Capital of the Phoenix Dynasty, although not as grandiose as Changning City of the Shangjing Immortal Dynasty, every street flaunts the prosperity and might of the Imperial Dynasty.

A giant longsword stands at the center where all the main streets of White Emperor City converge, continuously exuding a sharp sword force. Thirty miles north of the giant sword is the Imperial Palace where Empress Li Qian resides.

Fan Wubing and Zhuge Hong walked into Yuhua Square in the West District, standing outside the seven hundred and thirty-fourth gate.

This is a private residence, with a plaque reading "Zhuge Mansion."

"Here, your home." Fan Wubing said, "I won’t go in."

Zhuge Hong thought for a moment and said, "Better not."

"What’s wrong?"

"Now isn’t the time to go home." Zhuge Hong said, "At twelve, when I left home, I told my parents... I want to pursue my dreams, to become a unique person. And now, I am on this path, I cannot turn back."

Fan Wubing looked at her, "What was your dream at twelve?"

Zhuge Hong smiled, "Of course, to become the master’s direct disciple!"

"Then it seems, this dream of yours won’t come true." Fan Wubing chuckled, then asked, "Really not going in to have a look? After this, I won’t specially bring you here again."

Zhuge Hong firmly nodded, "I’ve decided, not going in. When I truly miss home, I’ll come back to see myself!"

"Alright, couldn’t tell you were quite an independent chap."

"Eh, why couldn’t tell! Do I seem very reliant on others?"

"Just a casual remark."

"Master is really hard to understand."

The two walked away.