Wang Tengfei grabbed his coat and left the office building, trotting towards the direction where the azure light twinkled.


    At forty years old,bined with years of sitting for long hours and socializing, his physique and stamina no longer supported him running like a young man. He was already panting after only a few hundred meters.


    From the way he was running wildly, one could hardly imagine that this middle-aged man had once been a sprinting champion on his high school track team.


    In fact, even Wang Tengfei himself had almost forgotten.


    After graduating from high school, he entered society, and with the help of his family connections, he rose through the ranks in the Gao Sheng conglomerate. Before 40, he had already be the general manager of a division, a sess in the eyes of most people.


    In terms of position, he would surely be able to ascend to headquarters in the future, and perhaps even secure a key management role there; financially, even without considering his family''s older generation, his personal wealth was already considerable among the middle ss, and he would certainly be even wealthier in the days toe.


    Is this a sessful life? Of course, it is.


    But humans are always greedy, or rather, always longing for what they have not had or have lost.


    For example, his own youth.


    The memories of youth are like a treasure box; although the contents might no longer be worth mentioning to him now, every time he took it out to look over and y with, he always obtained the purest and most straightforward joy.


    And with age, as various minor ailments began to appear in his body, he found himself reminiscing about his youth more and more frequently.


    But time had passed for far too long.


    Apart from some deeply engraved memories, his recollection of his younger self had be increasingly blurry.


    What did he like back then? What was he thinking about? What did he want? What was he truly pursuing? Some answers he still vaguely remembered, others even he couldn''t articte anymore.


    However, among the things he did remember, there were always a few streaks of color in the clear sky.


    They were pink, blue, purple, orange... the colors of the Fangting City sky, the colors of the Magical Girls.


    The young Wang Tengfei was an avid fan of Magical Girls.


    And among them, he especially admired that one who rescued him from an attack by the Remnant Beasts and, after dispersing the crowd, left people with only the sight of a blue silhouette from behind.


    This shade of blue, when he was still a young man, had disappeared without a trace at some point.


    No more sightings of that blue silhouette were reported, whether on television, in the print media, or on the inte.


    Following the disappearance of such a Magical Girl, people had all sorts of spection and rumors, but none were confirmed, and nobody knew the truth.


    Those who adored that Magical Girl, those who adored Cornflower, one day, simply never saw Cornflower again.


    Wang Tengfei was the same.


    From initial confusion, to subsequent worry and anxiety, and finally to sadness and helplessness. As years passed and the world changed, this emotion had faded to just a faint remembrance.


    It had faded so much that only that streak of blue was left at the bottom of his heart, yet he no longer deliberately thought about it.


    So, when a shade of blue almost identical to the one in his memory appeared in the corner of his field of vision, he even started to doubt his own eyes.


    Could it be her? Is it really her?


    With emotions he could no longer clearly distinguish swirling in his heart, he followed the blue and ck trajectory in the sky, running towards the end of the light.


    Along the way, he saw the damaged roads, the disced crowds, the buildings protected by blue Magic Silk threads, yet that premonition only grew stronger.


    Such a premonition was finally confirmed when he atst neared the scene.


    The source seemed endless; blue Magic Power effused wildly, surging like tumultuous waves, bursting with blinding brilliance. The radiating light was so dazzling that it made it difficult to discern any figures within.


    Only a ck figure could be seen desperately fleeing through the waves of Magic Power.


    ——"What a joke!"


    Chased by seemingly endless strands, Emerald Sparrow weaved between buildings, darting frantically—even with Magic Power output at maximum and flying at her fastest speed, she couldn''t shake off the blue wave of Magic Power behind her.


    Within that wave, a small figure, glimmering with blue light, followed closely behind with a surprisingly nimble grace.


    "This kind of Magic Power, this amount of Magic Power..."


    Swinging her magical armament, she annihted several strands about to entangle her feet, Emerald Sparrow shouted in a mix of shock and anger, "Are you mocking me!"


    Yet behind her, Emerald Sparrow, bathed in a blue glow, silently pursued, offering no reply.


    As the distance between them closed, and sensing the right moment, Cornflower reached out to grab several strands. She slowly tightened them while flying at high speed, and apanied by the wave of Magic Silk, she chanted softly:n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Masterpiece, the first, the sharp dius."


    The surrounding threads began to buzz.


    Amidst the wave, they dispersed and converged under Cornflower''s guidance. Pieces of hollow sword des formed from Magic Silk broke free, floating in midair.


    Then, the wave of threads turned into a wave of des.


    Cornflower had used this move before in the sewers, fighting a pupa stage Remnant Beast, and even then, she only resorted to it for the final blow, achieving a one-strike kill of her target.


    Now, wielding even more and stronger Magic Power, when she used the same move again, it was naturally even more ferocious.


    "Cornflower—"


    Seeing countless masterpiece des surging towards her, Emerald Sparrow finally stopped fleeing. Turning towards Cornflower, she screamed and roared, spreading her ck Magic Power wings. Feathers erupted from within, like des shing through the air, directly confronting the tide of blue des.


    ck des interweaved with the blue ones in the sky, resisting briefly before being rapidly annihted. The dual-colored Magic Power des shed and contended, but as Emerald Sparrow''s shrill cries filled the air, the encounter turned into a one-sided crush.


    The ck Magic Power belonging to Emerald Sparrow, despite its strong corrosive ability, ultimately dissipated.


    Like a bird shot by a shotgun out of the skies, the ck Magic Power wings scattered, signalling the end of the battle like feathers floating down from above.


    The tide of blue Magic Power extinguished thest trace of ck, slowly receding. A figure fell from the sky, powerless, crashing to the ground.


    That was a woman who seemed to be in her twenties.


    The woman appeared quite thin, wearing a set of ordinary home clothes that made her look like a passerby who had just stepped out for a walk. Now, shey powerless on the ground, unconscious.


    Without a doubt, this woman was the true identity of Emerald Sparrow.


    After a Magical Girl was defeated, unless her true form waspletely destroyed, she would not die. No matter how severe the injuries incurred in transformation, as long as the true form remained unharmed, recovery would alwayse in time.


    As shey on the ground, unable to rise, the blue figure that had been chasing her also finally stopped. Then, descending from the air, shended feet first on the ground, light and elegant.