"Hehe, sir, the reason you are still standing before me is not because of your strength, but because I have decided to trample you underfoot at the matchmaking event of the Blazing Sky Fairy, in front of everyone. Right now, I just don't feel like taking action."

"Hehe, to defeat you, why would I need both hands? With just one hand, I can make you kneel before me."

"Hehe, by then, I will surely make you experience what 'helplessness' and 'despair' truly feel like."

"Hehe, I, Li Congxin, have lived two lives and have seen all the facets of human nature, but I have never encountered anyone as shameless as you all!"

... Along the way, several exceptionally talented individuals appeared to be chatting and laughing, but in reality, their verbal battles were incessant.

"Cousin, cousin, look at those mysterious flowers blooming in the moonlight, they're so beautiful," Yisu said coquettishly beside Li Congxin, her large, adorable eyes admiring the scenery along the path.

"Those are not flowers," Chu Qingwu said softly at that moment.

"Not flowers? Then what are they?" Chu Feige and Mo Xiangran looked puzzled and curious, gazing at the mysterious flowers along the path.

"Any plant in this universe, I can now feel their vitality. If they were flowers, I could even make them bloom or close, but these strange flowers, I can't feel any life from them."

"They are not living beings, nor do they come from this universe." Chu Qingwu, originally the Earth Mother, after merging with the 'Heaven and Earth Breath Soil,' had become the creation goddess of this universe, capable of nurturing and controlling all things within it.

"But they clearly look like flowers," Yisu insisted.

Just then... "Wuwu~"

"Who sits alone with the cold moon, I and my shadow are two. When the lamp is about to go out, the shadow also hides away. The sound of returning geese breaks the remaining clouds, lamenting the past life of beauty. Alas, alas, what a lonely me..."

On the quiet moonlit path, a mournful, ethereal song suddenly began to play.

The song, a woman's voice, soft as water, lingering and melancholy, as if whispering beside one's ear, sharing secrets.

Li Congxin stopped in his tracks.

Behind him, everyone also stopped abruptly.

"Who is singing?" Everyone became alert, looking around.

"Monster, ghost, or demon?" Xiao Huohuo extended a hand, a flame igniting in his palm, his eyebrows raised: "No matter what, if you dare to cause trouble, I will make sure you vanish into ashes."

Whoosh— As if in defiance, the grasses along the path lit up with fluorescent starlight, turning the long, dark path into two shimmering silver rivers.

"Wuwu~"

"Loose robes, no regrets, for you I have grown thin and haggard."

A plaintive voice sounded, and a mysterious flower swayed gently, a woman twisting her waist as she slowly emerged from the flower, her movements graceful and her demeanor enchantingly beautiful.

Everyone turned to look at the woman.

"Wuwu~"

"When will we meet again in longing? This night is hard to bear."

Not far away, another mysterious flower swayed gently, and from within, another graceful woman emerged.

"Wuwu~"

"If love lasts long, why need we be together every day and night?"

Under the moonlight, a fluorescent mysterious flower swayed, and another graceful woman emerged.

"Wuwu~"

"How much love in a night of longing? Even the ends of the earth are not too far."

"Wuwu~"

"Under the longing tree, speak of longing, longing for you, hating you, you don't know."

... Under the mournful cries, with each utterance of longing, a graceful woman emerged from the mysterious flowers along the dark path.

Soon, a long, dimly lit path was filled with graceful women emerging from the flowers on either side.

Everyone looked on in a daze.

As women continued to emerge from the mysterious flowers along the path, Li Congxin and his companions felt as if they had entered a red-light district, greeted by a large number of women floating on flowers.

But these women were definitely not the painted ladies of a red-light district.

Upon closer inspection, each was incredibly beautiful, with rare appearances, as enchanting as fairies, comparable to the celestial maidens of the heavenly palace.

The sudden situation caused everyone to panic.

"Wuwu~"

"Who sits alone with the cold moon, I and my shadow are two. When the lamp is about to go out, the shadow also hides away..."

"Sir."

"Sir..."

The mournful song echoed along the long path, and the women emerging from the mysterious flowers began to beckon and call to those walking along the path.

"Sir, won't you stop walking forward?"

"Sir, won't you stay with me?"

"Sir, shall I dance for you?"

"Sir, shall I sing a song for you?"

"Sir..."

Each call, each shout, sometimes tender and touching, sometimes coquettish...