Chapter 837: ?!Give? Give?!

Oh—

Sai Fei Er slipped at her foot, her whole body nearly parallel to the ground as she slipped between two red beams, her back scraping the roof tiles for half a meter, and her cat ears were blown back flat by the gust.

She pushed off with her back hand, flipped up without even a moment to look back, leapt straight to the side, and the eave she had just landed on was split in two by a scarlet sword light, tiles clattering down, while a scream of unknown origin echoed up from the alley below.

It's not—

She swallowed the rest of the sentence hard, "Is it really necessary—!"

She glanced sideways behind her.

The black figure was less than twenty steps behind her, its clothes billowing like raven wings, its toe taps on the roof ridge perfectly synchronized with hers, its face emerging from the fluttering black hair, a pair of crimson eyes locked onto her back.

A grin hung on Ren's face—hard to tell if it was a smile or madness—and the curve of his mouth pressed Sai Fei Er's cat ears back a third more.

He pursued the whole way without a word, but the silence itself chilled the spine more than any shout.

She turned her head back, her mouth twitching.

Honestly, the hatred level on Bai Zi's face is no joke.

"Ying Xing, stop the chase—" she called out with a drawn‑out tone, trying to mask it with Bai Hang's breezy intonation.

In response, a red beam three times thicker than before shot at her.

Eek!

Sai Fei Er snapped her neck, the sword aura grazing her crown as it sliced past, a few white strands floating in the air, carried far away by the wind.

Her disguised Fox Ears were all bristling, the white fur standing up, and her Tail had stiffened into a brush.

"Isn't it just a greeting! Is it really necessary!"

She complained with her mouth, but her feet never stopped.

Her boot heels struck the tiles with rapid clatter, turning her into a white blur darting between buildings, leaping then sharply turning, the path wobbling like a drunken Star Chariot.

Behind her, red beams pounded the spots she had just stepped on, the roof hammered as if a meteor shower had furrowed it, shards of tiles raining down.

Sai Fei Er ran while mentally calculating: she had only said "long time no see," yet the other drew a sword outright—such a reaction was too extreme.

She had originally planned to use Bai Hang's identity to get close, but now it seemed that closeness was unattainable, the rope of fate almost cut off.

A slash of sword aura brushed past her cheek, she felt a few more strands slip from her left ear, wincing in pain—this disguise takes time to craft!

"To the left, to the left—"

Sai Fei Er muttered softly, the route beneath her seeming random but actually converging toward a specific direction.

Her cat ears twitched in the wind, picking up faint distant sounds, a flash of brilliance flickering in her sapphire‑blue pupils.

Faster.

Perspective shift.

Dan Heng walked the streets of the Star Chariot Sea, wind blowing from the dock, carrying the low hum of distant Star Chariot Engines.

Shops on both sides of the street glowed with warm yellow light, occasional pedestrians hurried by, their faces bearing the characteristic tension of the Giant Tree Rebirth period.

He deliberately kept to the outer side, positioning himself to observe the surroundings at any moment—a habit honed from long‑term combat training.

Two people followed behind him.

Huo Huo walked silently, her green eyes periodically scanning the surroundings, as if wary of something or searching for something.

Luo Cha walked beside her, bearing the massive coffin, steps still poised and elegant, golden hair shimmering softly under the streetlamp.

No one spoke.

Dan Heng felt the silence and unexpectedly felt a touch of gratitude.

When that thought surfaced in his mind, he himself felt a twinge of melancholy.

Compared with the earlier scene of Sai Fei Er chattering nonstop beside him, the current quiet was pure enjoyment.

The base of his ears could finally rest, and the buzzing in his mind gradually subsided.

When that cat‑ear girl left, the whole world became clean.

Dan Heng hummed softly in his heart, and his steps became a few strides lighter than before.

He had already contacted Mr. Walter, who said they'd meet up on the Changletian side; it wasn't far, just a short walk away.

He turned his head, his gaze casually scanning Luo Cha walking beside him.

The blond merchant still bore the massive coffin, his stride unhurried, the hem of his white coat fluttering gently in the wind.

He seemed to notice Dan Heng's gaze, turned his head aside, and a gentle curve formed at his mouth.

"Mr. Dan Heng seems to be in good spirits," Luo Cha said, his voice as gentle as a perfectly steeped immortal tea.

"Hmm," Dan Heng replied.

When he said "Hmm" he didn't think much.

He just found Luo Cha's voice quite pleasant, like spring breezes brushing his ears.

His gaze lingered a beat on Luo Cha's profile.

The blond merchant's features were handsome and elegant, his facial lines soft yet distinct, eyelashes casting faint golden shadows in the sunlight.

When he turned, his bangs swayed lightly, highlighting his olive‑green eyes, making them even clearer and warm.

Dan Heng withdrew his gaze, looking ahead.

He objectively thought to himself: Luo Cha truly has a proper bearing.

Then he couldn't help but tilt his head for another glance.

This time he wasn't looking at the face, but at the hand Luo Cha held at his side.

The hand emerged from a black leather gauntlet, slender clean fingertips, distinct knuckles, holding a silver cross with a naturally graceful posture.

The black of the glove contrasted sharply with the white cuff.

Dan Heng once again withdrew his gaze.

He objectively thought again: Luo Cha's hand is also very handsome.

Then he turned his head away for the third time.

This time he looked at the Rakshasa's collar.

The black high‑collar bodysuit clung to the line of his neck, the turned‑up white collar lay smooth, and an exquisite dark‑green embroidered silk scarf wound around his left forearm, swaying lightly with each step.

Dan Heng turned his face back, gazing at the stone‑paved road ahead, and suddenly realized he had just looked at the Rakshasa three times in a row.

That realization made his steps falter for a beat.

His eyebrows knit once, and the corner of his mouth tightened further.

It must have been because Sai Fei Er had just whispered too many nonsensical things in his ear, scrambling his thoughts.

Yes, exactly.

He Persuasion himself in his mind, then looked at the Rakshasa once more.

This time the Rakshasa happened to be looking at him as well.

Their gazes collided directly in mid‑air.

"What's the matter?" the Rakshasa asked with a smile.

Dan Heng shifted his gaze without changing expression.

"Nothing."

But the speed at which he averted his eyes was slightly faster.

He didn't notice that, but the Rakshasa did.

The Rakshasa's smile froze for a fraction of a second, and a hint of complex bewilderment flashed in his olive‑green eyes.

He always felt that Mr. Dan Heng's gaze at him seemed, somehow, different from when they first met at the pier.

But he couldn't pinpoint exactly how, only that the atmosphere felt odd, as if someone had secretly mixed a spoonful of honey into the air—sticky, sweet, yet with no discernible source.

The two walked side by side, maintaining a normal social distance between them.

And the Huo Huo behind them, or rather Huan Long, was undergoing the toughest test of his career.