Once Qin Luo's figure had completely disappeared into the void, the atmosphere on the snowfield suddenly became subtle.

Yi Ting slowly straightened her skirt and looked up at the 'temporary ally' who had just cooperated with her. Clearly, Murong Liyue was not as easy to deal with as Xia Zihan, which made Yi Ting realize that she was in a tricky situation.

Murong Liyue was dressed in white, her features were exquisite, and she exuded a cool and otherworldly aura. However, there was still a trace of the forced innocence she had just put on while acting.

After looking him over, Yi Ting impulsively took his arm.

"Younger sister, your demeanor is so elegant and refined; meeting you today has truly broadened my horizons. Let me introduce myself; my name is Yiting. May I ask your name, younger sister?"

Murong Liyue stiffened slightly, clearly not expecting Yiting's intimate gesture. She subtly tried to pull away, but found Yiting's grip tight, so she gave up, quickly composed herself, and smiled gently.

"Sister, just call me Liyue. As for your temperament, that's an overstatement. It's just something I was born with."

"Compared to me, my sister is truly stunning. Even I am captivated by her figure."

After speaking, her gaze swept over Yiting's alluring curves, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened around her cuffs.

On the surface, he appeared calm, but inside he was lost in thought.

She pondered the relationship between Yiting and Qin Luo. Judging from Yiting's affectionate call of her "little sister" and Xia Zihan's special attitude towards Yiting, it was highly likely that Yiting had known Qin Luo for much longer than she had.

Upon closer inspection, Yi Ting's words and actions revealed a special dependence and familiarity with Qin Luo, and judging from their conversation, the two were very likely to have an unusual master-disciple relationship.

Such a thought flashed through her mind, and a strange, indescribable bitterness and unease welled up in her heart.

After a few words, the two seemed to be having a friendly chat like close girlfriends, but each of them had a sharp edge in their eyes.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how long you and Master have known each other? Being in the same Lingyuan Sect, Master must have been very protective of you?"

Yiting blinked her seemingly innocent big eyes, but her fingertips were intentionally or unintentionally twirling around the ends of her hair. She deliberately emphasized the word 'care' very softly, her tone making it impossible to tell whether it was envy or jealousy.

Hearing this probing question, Murong Liyue's eyes flashed, and she gave Yiting, who was affectionately holding her hand, a meaningful look before her tone suddenly changed:

"To be honest, although I'm in the same Lingyuan Sect as Qin Luo, my sister knows his charm better than I do, and besides, I'm not the only one accompanying him..."

Now that things have come to this, Murong Liyue has no choice but to betray her friends for personal gain. Rather than getting entangled with Yi Ting, it's better to push Huang Lu and Su Yaoyue out to divert attention.

Upon hearing Murong Liyue's words, Yiting's face flashed with astonishment, her eyes widening, clearly not expecting Murong Liyue to say such a thing.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask more, but forcibly held back. The next moment, she quickly felt relieved, and that gentle smile reappeared on her face.

After all, in her heart, she was her master's only disciple, and she would always be her. This unique position was what she relied on most.

"Oh? There's such a thing."

Yi Ting raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, but a hint of barely perceptible hostility flashed in her eyes. "However, it's inevitable that someone as outstanding as Master would have some troublemakers around him. But Sister Li Yue, I'm curious about those two you mentioned. Could you tell me about them?"

As she spoke, she gently released her hand from Murong Liyue's, turned slightly to the side, and adopted a posture of listening attentively. She seemed nonchalant, but in reality, every nerve was taut, not missing a single subtle expression or word from Murong Liyue.

Seeing Yi Ting's appearance, Murong Liyue felt uneasy. She pushed Huang Lu and Su Yaoyue out, which temporarily diverted Yi Ting's attention, but it seemed that Yi Ting was not jealous at all, but rather became interested.

However, at this moment, Murong Liyue couldn't care less about anything else; securing a foothold for herself was the most important thing right now.

......

On the other side, after Xiao Chen was knocked away by the Purple Phoenix, Qin Luo's figure emerged from the void.

When the Purple Phoenix saw Qin Luo appear, it did not attack as it had attacked Xiao Chen. Instead, it let out a clear cry, and its three-colored feathers trembled slightly, making a urging gesture like a human.

Qin Luo remained silent, taking a step forward, causing ripples to spread through the void beneath his feet. The next moment, he appeared atop the snow-capped mountain.

Xia Zihan was facing away from him, with some unmelted snowflakes still clinging to the hem of her purple skirt. Combined with the chaotic spiritual energy emanating from her and the obvious marks of her sitting cross-legged on the ground, it was clear that she had forcibly stopped herself from the brink of breaking through.

"Zihan~"

Qin Luo called out softly, her voice tinged with guilt.

Xia Zihan trembled, but stubbornly did not turn around. Her shoulders trembled even more, and the snow beneath her feet began to melt into pits from the falling tears.

Qin Luo took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Xia Zihan, his steps very light, afraid of disturbing her. Reaching her from behind, he didn't hesitate for a moment, reaching out and silently embracing her slender waist from behind.

Feeling that familiar yet longed-for embrace, Xia Zihan struggled violently like a powder keg ignited. She desperately pried Qin Luo's arms apart, twisting her body frantically, trying to break free from his hold, all the while shouting:

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Xia Zihan cried out hoarsely, her voice echoing across the snow-capped mountain peak, filled with endless grievance and anger:

"Didn't we make a promise? We agreed that once I resolved the threat of the Purple Radiance Heavenly Phoenix at the Spirit Phoenix Sect, you would marry me when we met again! But what about now? What about all those other women? Where do you stand for our vows?"

"I've been cultivating day and night at the Spirit Phoenix Sect, my heart filled with thoughts of our future, but you..."

Her sobs were intermittent, and the pain in her heart made it almost impossible for Xia Zihan to breathe.

"sorry."

Faced with Xia Zihan at this moment, Qin Luo had to admit that he had done some things and that was that. Ever since Dan Bingli, he had known that sometimes a lie might be able to deceive for a while, but it could not be kept forever. No amount of sweet talk could compare to a sincere "sorry".

Upon hearing this, Xia Zihan's struggle suddenly intensified, as if she wanted to vent all the resentment that had been building up in her heart at this moment.