Noticing her gaze, Lü Jingliang's face tightened, and his heart pounded faster and faster, as if it were a drum.

At the same time, he also noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Yuetong.

A guess flashed through his mind, and Lu Jingliang inexplicably curled his lips, his deep eyes looking at her with gentleness: "Has Yue'er remembered something?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yuetong's thoughts were interrupted by his words. After realizing what he meant, she narrowed her eyes and smiled, saying, "I don't understand what you mean."

After speaking, she subconsciously turned the ring on her index finger. Lu Jingliang gave her a deep look and remained silent.

At this moment, Ouyang Cheng, who was at the front, was in so much pain that he couldn't bend over. He pointed in a direction and said through gritted teeth, "This is Youyin Island."

"Keep walking this way, and you'll see a magnificent palace. Ouyang Yi is still hiding inside, cultivating in seclusion."

As he said this, a hint of anticipation flickered in his eyes.

How could Jiang Yuetong not know what he was thinking? If she really came here seeking revenge, she and the island lord would only end up fighting to the death, allowing him to reap the benefits.

“Master, look…” Lu Shi’an looked at her with shining eyes and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

Jiang Yuetong felt that he was acting strangely today, but she still waved her hand and said calmly, "Now that we're on the island, you can take it with you."

"Alright!" Lu Shi'an had been waiting for those words.

Ouyang Cheng, his face bruised and swollen, had just turned around when he saw him approaching with ill intent. His eyes widened immediately: "You, what do you want to do?!"

Lu Shi'an raised an eyebrow and said, "You'll find out then."

Seeing Lu Shi'an take the unconscious person away, Jiang Yuetong quickly looked away: "Let's go, let's go in and take a look."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Qingrong quickly followed.

"This is Ouyang Cheng's territory after all. If he really wants to escape, can your disciple handle him?"

Jiang Yuetong looked at the gate in front of her and said casually, "As long as he is alright, it doesn't matter."

Even if Ouyang Cheng really escaped, now that so many people know he's the fake island lord, she doesn't know how many people will hunt her down. This matter isn't worth her concern.

Jiang Yuetong and her group quickly entered the bustling city. There were many people coming and going, and they were likely to be separated. Just as she reached out to grab Li Qingrong, someone grabbed her hand.

Jiang Yuetong looked up at Lü Jingliang and was stunned for a moment, only to hear him say, "Let's find a place to sit down first!"

Li Qingrong, with her sharp eyes, spotted an inn not far away.

Following her gaze, Lü Jingliang saw the signboard that read "Haiyue Inn." Holding Jiang Yuetong's hand, he gently coaxed her as they walked, "You're still recovering from your serious injuries and haven't rested for several days. Rest for a few days before you go about your business!"

Left behind, Li Qingrong felt surrounded by the pungent smell of romance.

"Wait for me!"

After saying that, she quickly chased after him.

The moon hangs in the sky at night.

After resting for several hours, Jiang Yuetong felt refreshed and invigorated.

She got up, went to the window, and opened it. A cool breeze carrying the scent of the sea rushed in.

A knock came from the door.

Jiang Yuetong slowly turned her head to look, and with the help of the bright light inside the room, she could see a tall figure standing outside the door with a straight back.

She raised her delicate eyebrows, gently patted her dress, then sat down in the chair and said softly, "Come in."

Lu Jingliang pushed the door open with one hand, still holding a soup bowl in the other, and then casually closed the door after entering.