Believe it for now

  Genjo tightly hugged Ruka in his arms, afraid of losing him again. The wind started to blow around them, and Ruka wasn't wearing any clothes. Genjo was worried that he would catch a cold, so he tried to take off his own clothes to give to Ruka. Just then, an unfamiliar hand appeared out of nowhere and handed Ruka a jacket. Turning around, Genjo saw Mitsuru standing in front of him, expressionless as always, wearing a white dress shirt. "Mitsuru, thank you," Genjo said, feeling warmth in his heart and a slight dampness in his eyes.

  Suīri Kēn merely shook his head lightly, glanced at the sleeping Ruka, and remained silent. Seeing this scene, not just him, but everyone present understood that this boy was actually the dragon that should have died earlier.

  An unbelievable yet mysterious scene unfolded, with no one asking questions, but everyone thinking to themselves that this must have something to do with the girl's earlier action of using her own blood against the dragon.

  When Xuan saw Yan Ran bending down to pick up the waistband on the ground, Feng Lie took a step forward and picked it up before her. When he was about to pick up the sword that had been placed on the ground, he furrowed his brow, hesitating in his action as if exerting himself, "Yan Ran, this sword of yours can't be made of thousand-ton stone, can it? Why is it so heavy?" He used a great deal of strength, but couldn't lift the sword at all, not even moving it slightly.

  Xuan Xiran was taken aback, just as he was about to carry Ruka away. "Let me take him first," a familiar voice said from beside him. He turned his head to see Lan Ziyue standing next to him, seemingly out of nowhere. Xuan Xiran was somewhat surprised and looked at him with a hint of suspicion, saying, "Are you sure?" He was certain that Lan Ziyue wouldn't take Ruka to the king who was standing not far away, staring at her with an unsettling gaze, or harm Ruka in any way.

  Lan Zi Ye didn't say a word, nor did he nod. He had already stretched out his hand in front of Xuan Shi Ran. He knew what she was worried about, but no matter what, Lan Zi Ye would absolutely not do anything that would harm the family's reputation and his own identity.

  Xuan Xianran took another look at Lan Ziyue, gazing into his eyes that were as calm and cold as usual, okay, she temporarily believed he wasn't that kind of person.

  Luca carefully handed over to Lanyey, Xuan Yiran walked to the side of Feng Lie Xing, bent down and picked up the sword that was light but deadly for her.

  The girl effortlessly picked up the sword that he couldn't lift for half a day, and Feng Lie's face turned red with rage as he glared at the damned broken sword. Although angry, he could probably understand that this sword had already acknowledged its master.

  Xie Ran, your belt. Feng Lie Xing handed over the belt that was still wrapped around the scabbard to Xuan Xie Ran.

  "Thank you." Xuan Yan said with a nod, re-fastening his belt and sheathing his sword before walking past Lanzhi Ye to stand before King Ails.