Chapter 5: Pity the Three, Bound by Longing Yet Kept Apart!

Luo Qianfan had been in this world for seven years. Back then, a traitor in her organization had leaked her whereabouts. In a moment of crisis, perhaps driven by a strange impulse to protect high-level secrets, she had chosen to perish along with them.

As to why she had acted that way, she could never quite fathom it, as if some powerful gravitational force had been at work.

Sigh, she wondered if she were dead or merely missing in the 21st century. Would anyone still remember her?

She could care less about others, but Xiao Qi and Kalchi were the brothers closest to her in her past life. Her sudden disappearance must have been a heavy blow to them. She wondered what those two idiots would do. Given their skills, it wasn't impossible for them to build a new career, but she feared they might act impulsively, falling into traps while seeking revenge, which would be a wasted effort.

Thinking of this, Luo Qianfan couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

...

At the 21st-century headquarters, Xiao Qi and Kalchi were exactly as Luo Qianfan had feared. Shortly after her death, they discovered the organization’s treachery and promptly planted several bombs, destroying their base. However, the two were unfortunately caught in the fallout; upon waking, they found themselves in this strange world.

Poor trio, separated by fate, unable to reunite!

Reflecting on the career she had spent half her life building being wiped away in an instant, she felt a tightness in her chest. Yes, in her past life, Luo Qianfan was already twenty-seven. For an assassin, every day was a bonus, especially at the "advanced age" of twenty-seven.

It was just a pity that the name "Silver Night" would now fade into obscurity. She would no longer be able to wreak havoc on others; those old acquaintances would surely lose much of the spice in their lives. Luo Qianfan wore a mischievous smile as she thought of these provocations. If those old rivals knew that the legendary assassin Silver Night had always played them for fools while they regarded her as their greatest enemy, how pathetic would they feel?

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Gathering her thoughts, she decided that since she had come to this place, she would live a magnificent life. She would continue the philosophy of her past life: if others do not harm me, I will not harm them, but if they do, well, they would have to be handled accordingly.

She stood up, paced, and with a wicked, charming smirk on her delicate face, she strolled out.

The garden was filled with red and white petals drifting in the breeze, a sight of breathtaking beauty.

Inside the main hall of the Valley of Medicine and Underworld, a different scene was unfolding.

Several youths with remarkable appearances and temperaments stood facing each other: Guifang, Chiming, Baiyu, and Luoyi.

They were divided into two camps. Guifang and Chiming stood on the left, while Baiyu and Luoyi were on the right.

Dongfang Yuyue stood calmly to one side, dressed in his usual black brocade robe, his dark hair tied high. His pupils were clear, though his chiseled, perfect face was paler than usual, making him appear less cold and ruthless than before.

The only thing that remained unchanged was his aura—captivating, peerless, noble, and elegant. He seemed like a king, the one and only king, inspiring both awe and respect.

It was precisely because of this that Baiyu and Luoyi dared not act rashly. They remained in a stalemate, waiting for Luo Qianfan’s arrival.

Guifang and Chiming had changed into new clothes—not particularly expensive, but clean, which was better than the blood-stained, ragged garments they had worn before. They were both dazed, looking with astonishment at the familiar faces before them.

Who could tell them why the people they had met only yesterday were now here in the Valley of Medicine and Underworld? And judging by their posture, they were likely individuals of significant importance.

If that were the case, then the other person must also have a remarkable background. Both men simultaneously thought of Luo Qianfan.

Such a graceful youth...!

Guifang and Chiming looked at Dongfang Yuyue in confusion, but he didn't even spare them a glance, so they had to give up. In truth, Dongfang Yuyue had his own suspicions, but he dared not confirm them. Could he really be the young master of the Valley of Medicine and Underworld?

On the other side, upon receiving the news, Luo Qianfan quickly changed into an ice-blue silk robe of the finest quality, adorned with elegant bamboo patterns and snow-white trim that complemented the mutton-fat jade hairpin in her hair. The outfit artfully highlighted the extraordinary figure of a flamboyant, noble young man, and the smile on her cheeks carried a touch of a dandy’s playfulness.

As Luo Qianfan strolled in, this was the scene that greeted her.

Dongfang Yuyue stood noble and aloof, his eyes as calm as deep water, without a ripple.

"A man like jade, a youth without peer." This surely described him.

As for the others, they lacked that particular brilliance, though the murderous aura surrounding each of them differed in its own way.