Zhao Yuwei gripped Xiao Feng's sleeve tightly: "I thought I'd never see you again. I never expected you to be able to come in!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she threw herself into Xiao Feng's arms, crying like a helpless child.

Xiao Feng gently patted her back and softly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. From now on, I will protect you every step of the way."

His fingers gently stroked Zhao Yuwei's hair, but a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

Just then, the scene suddenly shifted to a dimly lit room where a woman dressed in red was gazing at a water mirror.

The mirror reflected the image of Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei embracing.

The woman in red curled her lips into a sarcastic smile: "Tsk tsk, how touching."

She turned to look at the real Zhao Yuwei, who was restrained beside her, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Look, if this man really loves you, how could he not be able to tell whether the woman in his arms is you or someone else in disguise?"

Zhao Yuwei bit her lip, but her eyes quickly hardened again: "Why are you so determined to drive a wedge between me and Xiao Feng? What good does it do you?"

The woman in red turned gracefully, her long hair tracing a beautiful arc in the air: "I just want you to see clearly that men are not worthy of a woman's trust at all."

"Just you wait and see, your lover will definitely betray you."

Meanwhile, Xiao Feng, who was in the village, frowned slightly as he looked at Zhao Yuwei lying beside him.

Although the person in front of him behaved and acted exactly like Zhao Yuwei, he still felt that something was wrong.

Was it her eyes? Or her aura?

Unable to be certain, Xiao Feng could only suppress his doubts deep in his heart.

Night fell quietly, and Peach Blossom Village fell into an eerie silence.

The moonlight enveloped the village like a thin veil, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Xiao Feng sat by the window, vigilantly observing the movements outside.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by, and his heart tightened.

"Who?" Xiao Feng whispered, quickly getting up and rushing outside.

Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed into view.

"Sima Yan?" Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "How did you sneak here?"

Sima Yan looked nervous and looked around before lowering his voice and saying, "This place is very strange. Of course I have to be careful since I came here to find you."

The two hid behind a large tree. Xiao Feng frowned and said, "I also feel that Peach Blossom Village is strange in every way. Have you discovered anything?"

Sima Yan took out a stone from his pocket: "This is a magic weapon I brought. It can distinguish between illusion and reality."

He carefully started the compass, watching the pointer expectantly.

Unexpectedly, the compass emitted a soft green light.

Sima Yan looked incredulous: "How is that possible? The green light means this place is real!"

Xiao Feng frowned: "Things are more complicated than we thought. You go back and rest first, and we'll discuss countermeasures tomorrow morning."

Sima Yan nodded and quietly left.

Xiao Feng took a deep breath and turned to walk back to his residence.

However, he froze the moment he pushed open the door.

Zhao Yuwei has disappeared.

After Xiao Feng searched inside and out...

On the path, moonlight streamed down, and through the shadows, he saw a familiar figure talking intimately with a stranger.

Xiao Feng's heart sank, but reason told him that he could not act rashly.

He quietly approached and carefully observed the scene before him.

Zhao Yuwei's demeanor and smile were no different from usual, but she chatted and laughed with that man.

"What exactly is going on?" Xiao Feng wondered to himself.

Meanwhile, in that dimly lit room, the woman in red curled her lips into a sarcastic smile: "Look, your lover is completely unmoved by your 'betrayal'."

She turned to the imprisoned Zhao Yuwei, her tone full of provocation: "If he really cared about you, how could he remain indifferent to seeing you being intimate with another man?"

Zhao Yuwei bit her lip.

“You don’t understand Xiao Feng,” she said firmly. “He must have his own plans. I believe in him.”

The woman in red sneered, "Naive. Just you wait and see, men will eventually disappoint you."

Zhao Yuwei closed her eyes and prayed silently in her heart: "Xiao Feng, I believe in you. No matter what happens, I will wait for you to come and save me."

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room through the window, and Xiao Feng was already awake.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and his ears twitched slightly, catching any subtle sound.

Suddenly, light footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by the crisp sound of bowls and plates clattering.

"Xiao Feng, I've prepared breakfast for you." Zhao Yuwei pushed open the door and entered, a gentle smile on her face.

She held a bowl of steaming hot porridge in her hands, its aroma filling the air.

However, Xiao Feng suddenly stood up, his long sword pointing directly at Zhao Yuwei's throat.

His voice was icy: "Who exactly are you?"

Zhao Yuwei was stunned for a moment.

She looked at Xiao Feng with a wronged expression: "Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you? I'm Yuwei, don't you recognize me?"

Xiao Feng's sword tip remained steadily pointed at her.

He was struggling internally. The woman in front of him looked exactly like Zhao Yuwei, even her voice and demeanor were identical.

But his intuition told him that things were not so simple.

“Yuwei wouldn’t appear at this time, much less be so calm.”

Xiao Feng's voice was deep, carrying a hint of suppressed anger: "Who exactly are you?"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yuwei's eyes, but it was quickly covered by tears.

Tears streaming down her face, she cried out, "Xiao Feng, how could you do this to me? I am your Yuwei, how could you doubt me?"

Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat, and the tip of his sword drooped slightly.

In that instant, a red light suddenly shone from behind Zhao Yuwei, and Sima Yan appeared like a ghost, wielding a broken blade that unleashed a sharp burst of spiritual energy, striking Zhao Yuwei's back directly.

"Watch out!" Xiao Feng shouted, but it was too late.

Zhao Yuwei was struck by spiritual energy, her body trembled violently, and the skin on her arm began to peel off, revealing withered yellow vines and branches underneath.

Her face gradually contorted, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Wood Demon!" Xiao Feng exclaimed, raising his longsword once more, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The wood spirit let out a shrill scream and quickly retreated in an attempt to escape.

However, Xiao Feng was faster, his longsword piercing her heart like lightning.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce the wood spirit's body, a dazzling red light burst forth from the wood spirit, and the entire room began to shake violently.

Xiao Feng felt a blur before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery vanished like bubbles. The once warm houses and villages instantly disappeared.

When Xiao Feng opened his eyes again, he found himself standing deep in Mogan Mountain, surrounded by bare rocks and withered trees.

"What's going on?" Sima Yan's voice came from behind him. He looked around warily, still gripping the broken blade tightly in his hand.