Following closely behind Cheng Liang's footsteps, which took several turns, Yi Junhao suddenly looked up and glanced around. He saw that the sun was already setting in the west, shining from the left side of the blue sky and white clouds, indicating that Cheng Liang had been leading him north.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound seemed to come from the side, and the further they went, the louder the sound became.

Yi Junhao followed behind Cheng Liang, secretly surprised. "Could it be that there is a raging torrent ahead?"

Immediately afterward, the two continued running forward for about an hour, feeling the continuous rumbling of crosstalk. Suddenly, water droplets, like a heavy rain, splashed onto his head and face, causing his handsome, devilish face to sting slightly.

Soon, the two had traversed the entire long stretch of wild jungle. The once dense forest gradually became sparser, and they realized that the sun had long since set.

However, the heavy rain overhead seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and then suddenly a very open circular area appeared in front of us.

This circular area resembles a small island, surrounded by clear, turquoise lake water.

Standing at the edge of the jungle, facing the vast open space before him, Yi Junhao could finally see clearly that on the cliff to his left, a large waterfall, like a jade dragon suspended in the air, cascaded down into a large lake at the foot of the cliff.

The waterfall continuously pours into the lake, where the water churns and swirls, only a dozen or so feet away from the waterfall.

After the waterfall flows in, it splits into two streams from the circular area in front of us, merging into the emerald lake on the right. The lake water then becomes as smooth as a mirror and is exceptionally clear.

Faced with this wondrous sight of nature, Yi Junhao was completely dumbfounded.

The clear, emerald-green lake, as pure as a mirror, was nestled between the two towering cliffs to the north and south of him, gradually widening from north to south.

A few pine trees dot the cliff face, which embraces the lakeshore. However, the lakeshore only exists at the foot of the northern cliff, and it is a very narrow stretch of beach. The foot of the southern cliff is completely submerged in the lake.

Looking around, the cliffs on both sides of the lake extend northward, growing ever higher. To the left and forward, a nearly sheer cliff appears, seemingly as high as the Five Finger Mountain of the Buddha.

The sky there gradually became as if it were covered by clouds, with smoke swirling overhead, instantly making people feel eerie, mysterious, terrifying, and dangerous.

At this moment, Cheng Liang suddenly looked up at the sky, turned around, and surveyed his surroundings. Then he turned to look at Yi Junhao's face and said, "This is it!"

"This... could this be the waterfall formed by the great river east of the willow grove..." Yi Junhao looked up at the terrain above the waterfall and exclaimed in surprise.

After a brief pause, his eyes widened, and he pointed to the distant, misty, dark sky, exclaiming in surprise, "That's...that's the cliff where the girl just fell..."

Cheng Liang nodded to him, his eyes instantly looking in the same direction as Yi Junhao's, but suddenly a faint sense of fear welled up in his heart.

"How did you find out about this place?" Yi Junhao suddenly asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Liang's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "More than ten years ago, our master had a benefactor who also fell off this cliff. In order to find her remains, our master personally led us and we accidentally discovered this path."

"More than ten years ago? At that time, Xuan Yuanhan was probably just losing his baby teeth. Could it be that he committed some terrible crime, and his benefactor fell off the cliff while trying to save him?" Yi Junhao sighed.

"Nonsense! How could our Highness possibly cause trouble? It must be the Empress Dowager and her gang..." Upon hearing this, Cheng Liang recalled the events of that year and, in a moment of panic and uncontrollable rage, blurted out his words without thinking.

However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had misspoke, but it was too late. He quickly lowered his head and stopped talking.

Yi Junhao clearly understood what was going on. He looked up at the road ahead and said, "Don't worry, I, the Third Young Master Yi, only enjoy a carefree and comfortable life. I have no interest in court struggles or world domination. So, I don't care at all what the King of Western Qin is planning."

The two stood silently facing the sky for a moment, then pushed off the ground with both feet, leaping over the lake's obstruction and heading straight for the lakeshore under the gloomy sky.

The lake stretched out before us, a cold wind howled, and night was drawing near.

The two were about to search the entire lakeshore, but still couldn't find any trace of anyone. Meanwhile, the lakeshore was getting narrower and narrower.

The cliffs on both sides of Biyue Lake, at their northernmost point, have no shoreline. There, all that remains is a vast, icy expanse where water and sky merge into one. The frigid lake water crashes against the equally frigid rocks, like two hearts, frozen for millennia, finding solace and warmth in this single, unchanging form of comfort.

Beyond the lake mouth nestled at the end of that cliff, the land to the north was no longer part of the Western Qin Kingdom.

As it turned out, it really got dark.

Suddenly, the two stopped searching and stood side by side in near despair. These two tall and imposing men, at this moment, both had the same helpless look on their faces as they watched the white expanse at the far end of the world being gradually swallowed by the darkness.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Cheng Liang suddenly reached out and grabbed Yi Junhao's arm, exclaiming, "Third Young Master, look! What's that?"

In the darkness ahead, at the very end of the field, something seemed to be swaying and standing upright.

Yi Junhao looked up and, without thinking, took off running towards him, with Cheng Liang also running after him.

"Xuanyuan Han"

Your Highness

When Yi Junhao and Cheng Liangyi got closer and saw the figure clearly, they both exclaimed in surprise.

It turned out that the one who stumbled and staggered to his feet on this desolate, dark night was none other than King Xuanyuan Han of Qin.

Before he could even regain his footing, he once again tumbled heavily into the lake beside him. Cheng Liang rushed over and caught him safely, holding him and weeping with joy, saying, "I knew it! My prince is so lucky, he won't die. Your prince has been through countless battles, endured so much hardship and pain. What is there to fear from a mere cliff? How could Your prince die like this, Your prince..."

It seems that miracles truly exist that Xuanyuan Han survived falling from such a high cliff.

Seeing Cheng Liang's excitement, Yi Junhao's cold heart was suddenly warmed, and he began to search for Yi Shangyun alone in the surrounding area.

After searching for a long time, having searched the entire end of the lake shore, they still couldn't find a trace of Yi Shangyun. Yi Junhao hurriedly returned to Xuan Yuanhan's side, squatted down, lifted his sleeve, took his pulse, and then gently opened his lips to put a golden pill into Xuan Yuanhan's mouth.

Suddenly, Xuan Yuanhan slowly opened his eyes. Yi Junhao hurriedly asked in a panic, "Where's the girl? Where did she go? Where is she?"

Xuanyuan Han then struggled to sit up from Cheng Liang's embrace, his eyes quickly turning to the lakeside, to the spot where Yi Shangyun had fallen. Everyone else followed his gaze there as well.

What they saw, however, was a man lying face down, buried deep in the mud and sand of the lake shore, in a starfish shape.

Upon seeing this, Yi Junhao rushed forward and quickly turned the man over. He checked his breath and exclaimed in shock, "It's him! He's still alive! Where's the girl? Why are you all alive, but the girl is missing? Why?"

Suddenly, Yi Junhao noticed a bloodstain on a rock next to the man. He quickly examined the man's body again and confirmed that his wound could not have bled so much that it would have stained most of the rock, which was about the size of the man's fist, red.

Suddenly, Yi Junhao felt a surge of anxiety and anger. In a moment of panic, he picked up the blood-stained rock from the ground, turned back, glared at Xuan Yuanhan, grabbed him by the collar, and held the blood-stained rock in front of Xuan Yuanhan's eyes, roaring, "Xuan Yuanhan, I'm asking you a question! Where's the girl? And whose blood is this?"

Xuanyuan Han was already on the verge of death. When he woke up and saw that Yi Shangyun was not there, he was extremely anxious.

At this moment, seeing the blood rock that Yi Junhao had brought to him, he was even more anxious. He gritted his teeth and his whole body began to tremble. However, he had already exhausted all his strength and was too weak to say a word.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Liang was also extremely anxious and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Young Master Yi, let go, calm down, His Highness is very weak right now."

To everyone's surprise, Yi Junhao remained unmoved, still furious, and said to Cheng Liang, "Calm down? How can I calm down? In a place like this, on such a high cliff, three people fell, two of them are alive, but the girl is missing and has lost so much blood. Tell me, how can I calm down? How can I calm down?"

“Xuanyuan Han… As the Crown Prince of Nan’an, I solemnly warn you that if anything happens to the girl, I will absolutely not let you off the hook. It’s not just about taking you down with me! Why did the girl come here alone from the Yi family in the west of the city and get caught up in this struggle? I will investigate and find out the truth.”

After a long while, Yi Junhao left behind this profound sentence, then released his grip hard, threw the bloodstone in his hand heavily to the ground, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Xuan Yuanhan stared blankly at the blood-stained rock that Yi Junhao had left on the ground, his heart filled with despair. His mind was filled with the image of Yi Shangyun's head hitting the rock when they fell together.

Thinking of this, he finally slowly closed his eyes in despair.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Cheng Liang saw that his master had lost consciousness, knelt on one knee on the lake beach, put his arm around Xuan Yuanhan's shoulder, and cried out in panic.