TSFLIP Chapter 589

Summer Wind and Snow’s expression shifted. After a long silence, he finally said,
“Your subordinate greets the Tower Master.”

Sijia slowly paced over to the table and sat down. He removed the mask from his face and placed it on the table. Beneath the mask was a pale face, unused to daylight—but flawless in appearance, identical to the man standing before him: Summer Wind and Snow.

Still, there were differences. Whether in poise or presence, Sijia carried himself with far more ease—and far more nobility.

The highest level of disguise technique goes beyond appearances or even the eyes; it can change a person’s entire aura, even their scent.

Summer Wind and Snow slowly raised his hand and peeled off the human-skin mask from his face, revealing his true features—handsome and refined, but colder, more rigid.
“Tower Master… may I ask why you’ve summoned your subordinate today?”

“I came back to the palace today just to tell you, your mission ends here. Leave the palace and return to Wuji Tower.”

Summer Wind and Snow—though perhaps that name no longer applied. He had never truly had a name, only a code: Fourteen. Everyone in Wuji Tower had a number. And as a member of Wuji Tower, one was expected to follow the Tower Master’s orders without question.

Fourteen knew he had no right to doubt—but still, he asked,
“I’ve been carrying out this assignment under your identity for ten years. Why is the mission suddenly over?”

Sijia poured himself a cup of tea and said casually,
“Do I owe you an explanation?”

“…No.”
Fourteen could feel the pressure radiating from Sijia. He knew that was a warning. A warning to stay out of things that weren’t his concern—like Fengguang.

Sijia lifted his eyes, calm and cool.
“Fourteen. You don’t want to leave the palace, do you?”

“…I don’t.”
He bowed his head and chose to answer honestly. He knew that lying in front of this man would cost him dearly.

Sijia lifted his teacup and took a sip with perfect grace. His tone was light, as if asking casually,
“Why don’t you want to leave?”

“…Because of Fengguang.”

Instead of getting angry, Sijia let out a low, brief chuckle.
Ever since he resumed wearing the face that was originally his, his personality seemed to split in two. Once cold and aloof, he now appeared as a warm, gentle gentleman. But one thing hadn’t changed—his eyes had always been devoid of emotion.

“It’s only natural that you’d be reluctant to leave Fengguang,” he said. “She’s… a remarkable girl.”

So remarkable that he couldn’t help but want to lock her away in his room, where he could see her, day and night, and finally feel at ease.

“I don’t understand…” Fourteen knew that continuing this conversation would only make things worse for him, but he still asked,
“Tower Master, you’ve always seemed indifferent to Fengguang. Why now…”

Sijia smiled faintly.
“People often overlook what’s right in front of them, don’t they? Fortunately, I didn’t realize it too late. And Fengguang… she was always meant to be mine. She belongs to me, Fourteen. Do you understand what that means?”

“…Yes, sir.”
Fourteen’s hand, hanging at his side, clenched tightly into a fist.

Just as he braced himself for whatever decision Sijia might make, Sijia suddenly said,
“Still, I am… truly grateful to you.”

“Why would Tower Master be grateful to me?”

“These past ten years, I haven’t paid much attention to what goes on in the palace,” Sijia said, “but I do know you’ve taken good care of Fengguang.”

He looked at Fourteen and added,
“You saw how special she was before I did. Fourteen, do you know… it’s exactly that fact that makes me… deeply jealous of you.”