Three days later, at Hanyun Pavilion. When Qu Weiyin opened her eyes, she rolled onto the floor, breathing lightly and clutching her chest. Outside, the sunlight was blinding, casting shadows through the window lattice onto the floor. Qu Weiyin looked at her hands, momentarily unsure of where she was. When she stabbed Qu Chengzhou’s chest, his palm had shattered her…
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The woman shook her head gently. “But over the years, hasn’t everyone who climbed this mountain done so for someone they love?” Luo Jinxiao, having just experienced immense grief and now frozen for so long, suddenly felt dizzy. She stumbled forward, and the woman reached out to steady her. She studied Luo Jinxiao for a moment, then suddenly said, “What…
“Junior Shishu, what are you doing? Let me go!” Luo Jinxiao struggled within the barrier. However, the golden spiritual energy was like a solid membrane, not only impossible to break free from, but also blocking all sounds from the outside. She was burning with anxiety, but her spiritual power was limited. Even with the divine sword, she couldn’t break through…
Luo Jinxiao’s mind buzzed in shock. Instinctively, she searched herself for a handkerchief but found nothing. In the end, she bravely used her hand to wipe away Qu Weiyin’s tears, her fingertips becoming wet. “Junior Shishu…” Luo Jinxiao whispered softly, a faint ache stirring in her heart. She wanted to comfort Qu Weiyin but found herself at a loss for…
Qu Chengzhou’s face turned from green to purple. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on Qu Weiyin, filled with hatred. Qu Weiyin naturally didn’t back down, and an undercurrent seemed to flow between them. “What you all don’t realize is that Wuhui Mountain holds more than just Wuhui Palace,” Elder Liu began, his voice low and serious. “There’s another hall…