Seeing her anxious expression, Qin Luo sighed softly and explained calmly:

“Miss Liyue, I know that you asked me to cooperate with you in order to repay the kindness of that cultivation technique. I decided to cooperate with you because I saw that you are a formation master and need someone to protect you. I thought that I could at least do my part, so I stayed.”

"Now that your strength has improved, and with the help of the Spirit Illusion Butterfly, you no longer need me to restrain the demonic beasts for you. So, it's time for you to leave."

A flicker of panic crossed Murong Liyue's eyes, and she hurriedly said:

“Young Master Qin, it’s not what you think. I may have initially sought your cooperation out of gratitude, but my interactions with you have long since moved beyond that.”

She hurriedly explained, gesturing unconsciously with her hands, trying her best to express her thoughts. Her previous aloof facade seemed to have completely crumbled with Qin Luo's words.

She then took a step forward, looking into his eyes with a panicked expression, completely disregarding the distance she had tried so hard to maintain.

At this moment, not only was Murong Liyue startled, but Qin Luo was also taken aback by her reaction.

He hadn't even really started yet, so why was Murong Liyue already so flustered? This surprised Qin Luo somewhat. Looking at Murong Liyue's panicked and anxious eyes, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

But he quickly realized that, given this reaction, he might very well raise the admiration level to 40 or even more tonight!

“Miss Liyue, there’s no need to persuade me anymore.” Qin Luo raised his hand slightly and shook it, looking directly at Murong Liyue with a frank gaze: “I know you mean well and want to help me, but these points that are gained for no reason and without effort are definitely not what I want.”

"I thought about it for a long time during this period, and I still feel that it is the right choice to enter Lingyuan Sect by relying on my own strength in the assessment."

"So, thank you for your help and...companionship these past few days."

After saying this, Qin Luo apologized again with a fist and palm salute, then turned and left without any hesitation.

"Young Master Qin!"

The moment she saw Qin Luo turn around, Murong Liyue's heart clenched, as if an invisible hand had gripped her heart tightly. Without thinking, she took a step forward, her voice trembling with urgency.

Her slender, white hand, as white as mutton fat jade, instinctively reached out and gently tugged at the corner of his sleeve.

She had mentally rehearsed leaving Qin Luo countless times, thinking she would face it calmly. But when the moment actually arrived, she found herself unable to control her emotions. All the strength and composure she had rehearsed in her mind vanished in that instant.

Feeling the pressure on Murong Liyue's hand, Qin Luo stiffened slightly, slowly turned around, and looked at her with a complicated expression.

When she saw the complicated expression in Qin Luo's eyes, Murong Liyue felt a pang of pain in her heart. She didn't know why he would suddenly say that he wanted to leave. At this moment, her mind was in chaos, but one thought was very clear: she couldn't let him leave like this.

It seems that if they really leave like this, they will probably be like strangers when they meet again.

The thought of that scene made Murong Liyue feel as if countless fine needles were piercing her heart, and the pain spread.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to persuade him to stay, but her moral compass kept reminding her, and she couldn't bring herself to say anything, no matter how much she wanted to say.

This caused Murong Liyue to unconsciously increase the pressure on Qin Luo's sleeve, gripping it tightly as if it were her last lifeline.

Seeing her reluctant expression as she clutched his sleeve and hesitated to ask him to stay, the complex emotions in Qin Luo's eyes gradually faded. He then gently grasped her wrist, which was holding his sleeve, and pulled it away with a slight force.

"Miss Liyue, my mind is made up, please do not try to stop me."

Before she could react, he had already transformed into a streak of light and sped away into the distance, leaving Murong Liyue standing there in a daze.

Murong Liyue stood there blankly, staring in the direction Qin Luo had left, her mind a complete blank. Her shoulders began to tremble slightly, and then tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

A suffocating feeling welled up inside her, making it hard to breathe. The air around her seemed to thin, and she tried to gasp for air, but she couldn't alleviate the heaviness pressing on her heart. Her vision blurred with tears, but the direction Qin Luo had left was deeply imprinted in the depths of her eyes.

"Why? Why did it turn out like this...?"

His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingers slightly curled, as if he wanted to grasp something, but in the end he could only hold onto empty air.

But just moments later, Murong Liyue suddenly looked up, a resolute glint in her eyes. Spiritual energy surged from her body, transforming into a dazzling beam of light that chased after Qin Luo's departing figure.

At this moment, those moral bottom lines of the past were like fragile paper that were ruthlessly torn apart in the face of this surging emotion.

As Qin Luo left, she finally understood that love is an uncontrollable torrent of emotions. Since she was already deeply involved, why struggle? Life is short, and meeting someone who can move your heart is so rare. She didn't want to miss out again because of worldly views or inexplicable inner constraints.

The wind whistled in Murong Liyue's ears, her hair danced wildly in the wind, and she moved extremely fast, creating a gust of wind wherever she went.

Within just a few minutes, they caught up with Qin Luo, who had deliberately slowed down.

Upon noticing the commotion behind him, Qin Luo's lips curled into a slight smile. He then stopped on a mountain peak, looking at the approaching Murong Liyue with a puzzled expression.

"Miss Liyue, you..."

Seeing her slender figure appear before him, Qin Luo pretended to be puzzled and asked, but unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, a fragrant lotus scent wafted over him, and his body took a step back due to the inertia.

Qin Luo was startled by this sudden action and froze. He could clearly feel Murong Liyue's heart pounding like a drum, its sound mingling with his own. The fragrance of lotus flowers lingered around his nose, causing him to lose himself for a moment.

In just a short moment, the front of his clothes was soaked with warm tears.

After a moment, Qin Luo came to his senses and gently placed his hands on Murong Liyue's shoulders, trying to push her away:

"Miss Liyue, what are you doing?"

Murong Liyue didn't answer. Sensing Qin Luo's attempt to push her away, she hugged him even tighter. Slowly raising her head, her eyes red and swollen, she looked at Qin Luo, her lips trembling slightly.

"Don't go...please don't leave me."