Summer in the south is always hotter than in the north.

For Ji Jiashu, this is an ordinary summer night.

The only thing that was unusual was his mood.

After dinner, he walked out of the yard alone and headed to the back hill of the house, ignoring the shouts of the book boy behind him.

His home is built against a mountain. Unlike other aristocratic houses that are decorated with rockeries, the mountain behind his home has not been decorated in any way. It is densely forested and primitive and lush.

This kind of construction method is naturally an anomaly among aristocratic houses, but as long as his family is involved, it is not an anomaly, but a mystery.

This house was built when his father was an official, and it still retains many secrets, which are not told but are talked about by others.

Because his family is special in this country.

But Ji Jiashu has little interest in fame and power, and has not felt that his identity is anything special since he was a child.

Until I got the news a few days ago.

Thinking of the fate that had befallen him inexplicably, Ji Jiashu walked out of the house and walked step by step into the forest. He found the ancient tree he had loved the most since he was a child, leaned against the trunk and raised his head, and started stargazing.

True energy circulated throughout his body, and the spiritual veins in the land began to become active, all because he had begun to practice.

Ji Jiashu looked up at the starry sky and concentrated on understanding.

His realm has passed the stage where he needs to rely on stargazing to practice, but when Ji Jiashu can't calm down, he will go into the back mountain alone and choose this way to practice.

He had been taught by the court since childhood and understood that as a son of a noble family, no matter what happened, he should be calm, elegant and gentle, and he had always done so.

There are often rumors that the fourth young master of the Ji family is a gentleman who truly does not get angry.

Ji Jiashu was still lifeless tonight.

He was just a little bored.

He indeed has the right to be bored.

If someone could still feel calm after encountering what he encountered, I'm afraid he would have become a saint long ago.

What's more, he is only a sixteen-year-old boy.

Ji Jiashu leaned against the tree trunk and shook his head, trying to put behind his mind the incident that had pushed him into the limelight these days.

He raised his head and tried to focus on the vast starry sky.

When his consciousness was connected to the starry sky, Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and leaned back suddenly, placing all his body's strength on the tree trunk behind him.

The big trees roared.

There was no one around except the din of insects in the summer night.

This is the only way for the perfect fourth son of the Ji family to vent.

"The stars are much more active tonight than yesterday..."

Ji Jiashu, who was concentrating on stargazing, frowned and murmured to himself.

At this time, a piece of green leaf fell from his head, drifting down from his star-filled field of vision. Ji Jiashu was slightly startled, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This situation really fits a poem.

Very beautiful poem.

Ji Jiashu stood up slightly, held his hands on the tree, looked up at the sky, and chanted the poem that came to his mind.

"Autumn orchids are everywhere, and wild grasses are growing under the hall. Green leaves are blooming, and they are fragrant and beautiful."

However, just as his voice echoed in the forest night, the big tree behind him suddenly glowed with light all over its veins, and the light penetrated into the soil along with its roots!

What's wrong?

The stars suddenly erupted in front of Ji Jiashu's eyes. He was dazzled. A star as bright as a gem flashed past his eyes. His palm touching the tree trunk suddenly felt tingling. The next moment, he heard an extremely beautiful female voice.

"Stars of the South."

stars.

Ji Jiashu stared at the palm of his hand that was holding the tree. The lines on the bark were clearly visible under the green light and merged into his palm.

Then he heard it.

It belongs to another person's voice that does not exist in this forest.

With the cultivation level of a high-level practitioner, he can hear it.

That was the sound of a woman breathing.

Deep and shallow, very remote.

But it rang in his ears again.

But Ji Jiashu guarantees with his thirteen years of cultivation that there is no scent of anyone within a hundred meters of him!

The sound sounded far away, yet so close, and it actually came from the bark of the tree near his palm!

Indeed, it is a human voice.

Who is it?

Ji Jiashu looked around, quietly mobilized his true energy, and tried to speak.

"Who are you?"

"Who's there?"

He had no intention of receiving a reply from the other party. He was young but at a high level. When encountering such a strange thing, Ji Jiashu could only think of two possibilities in an instant.

One is the unexplained mystery in this world. Ji Jiashu does not consider it to be a magic weapon. After all, the most powerful sound-transmitting magic weapon in the world is only 100 meters long, and it is not as sharp as a high-level practitioner.

But his father taught him since he was a child that there are still many things in this world that even high-level practitioners cannot recognize.

Practitioners must know how to be in awe.

After all, this is a world with a true god above and spiritual veins below.

The second possibility is that the owner of the voice is actually beside him, hiding his breath with the help of spells or magical medicine.

But it's also very strange. If you want to hide your aura, why is it so incomplete?

There was one last guess, and Ji Jiashu's heart sank.

That is, the opponent's realm strength is much higher than his,

If that's really the case... then.

Then he himself has nothing to hide.

After thinking about all this, Ji Jiashu decided to ask the other party what he was going to do first.

There are many people in this world who covet his identity or abilities, but he has never seen such a novel form. Will this mysterious woman respond...

"I am here."

Ji Jiashu took a breath of cold air.

It's one thing to guess, it's another to actually hear someone's voice.

There really is a person somewhere that he can't see, talking to him in a way that even he can't see through!

His question almost blurted out, and the next moment the voice came again.

Compared to the blurry first time, the voice became clearer this time.

A sound like ice and snow, not that cold, but with the texture of a clear spring.

She asked, "Who are you?"

Ji Jiashu didn't know what he was thinking at that time.

In the end, he chose to reveal his real name.

If the other party is really a higher-level practitioner than himself... Although he is very reluctant, his family name can protect him more than his personal existence at this time.

After all, he has such a father.

However, contrary to Ji Jiashu's expectation, upon hearing his real name, the mysterious existence only remained silent for a moment before speaking emotionlessly again.

"Ji Jiashu, good evening."

"Good evening." Ji Jiashu almost stuttered.

It seems that it is also night over there.

I have not traveled through time and space again.

Ying Baoyue, who was sitting on the top of the Giant Spirit Tree, pondered.

She didn't pay much attention to the name the other party reported. After all, she had lived in modern society for eighteen years.

In this kind of invisible conversation, who knows whether the other person is round or flat, male or female, and whether the name is real or fake?

She used to be a woman with eight online names.

"You already know my name, how should I address you?" The voice spoke politely again.
To be continued...