The other three also left quickly. Without Lingxiao Zhenren's restrictions, they were finally able to do what they needed to do to help Shen Sangruo regain her emotions.

Feng Heyun strode to the winery and headed straight for the spot where he remembered casually placing the jar of mulberry wine.

However, even after searching the entire area, he still couldn't find the jar of mulberry wine that held the feelings Shen Sangruo had for him.

"Why isn't it here?! I clearly put it here!" He panicked and began searching the entire brewery.

The sound of the wine jars shattering was sharp and piercing, and various kinds of wine were spilled all over the ground. The strong aroma of wine quickly spread and filled the entire brewery.

Feng Heyun, who has always loved wine to the point of oblivion, seemed to ignore it all, and his actions became increasingly agitated.

He didn't know how many jars of wine he had smashed before he finally found them in a corner of the brewery. The jars were carefully placed on a shelf and covered with a cloth, which was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Feng Heyun stood there stunned, his eyes trembling, and remained motionless for a long time.

He remembered that whenever he accidentally locked Shen Sangruo in the brewery, he would find her curled up in a small ball, leaning against this corner, when he came back the next day.

When she saw him arrive, she raised her head and looked at him with red, aggrieved eyes.

The jar of mulberry wine that he had dug out and carelessly tossed aside was brought here by her. She carefully preserved it, and it accompanied her through every night she was forgotten in the winery.

She hoped that her senior brother would remember her and come to take her out.

He dared not imagine how heartbroken she would be.

Endless guilt was like a chain, tightly binding his heart and neck, causing him heartache and suffocation.

At that time, she must have still remembered their promise to taste that jar of wine together.

But why would he forget?

He forgot that she was still at the brewery, forgot their promise, forgot everything.

Feng Heyun finally realized how much of a jerk he had been in the past.

When he finally emerged from the pain, his face was contorted and covered in tears.

He quickly wiped away his tears and reached out with trembling hands to take the jar of wine.

It's okay. Now that you remember, Shen Sangruo will remember soon too. It's alright.

But the next moment, as he held the unusually light wine jar, his expression suddenly changed.

The taut string in his heart snapped instantly, and he let go in shock.

The sound of the wine jar shattering was so loud that Feng Heyun felt a sharp pain in his eardrums.

The fragments were empty, without a single drop of mulberry wine.

Whether it was an accidental spill or Chen Sanruo poured out the wine, the wine jar was already empty.

Ultimately, he arrived too late.

Feng Heyun stared wide-eyed, let out a desperate wail, knelt on the ground, and frantically searched through the shards with both hands.

His fingers were cut by the shards, staining them red, but he didn't stop, muttering repeatedly, "Where's the wine? Where's the wine!"

Without mulberry wine, how can we win back Shen Sangruo's affections?!

His hopeful days were quickly shattered, and he plunged into the abyss of despair.

Lu Shiqing and Luo Chu's situation over there wasn't much better than Feng Heyun's.

Lu Shiqing found the seven-colored butterfly that he had trampled in Shen Sangruo's original cave.

The butterfly wings, originally covered with dazzling scales and powder, were broken by the violence and crushed into a dull and lifeless mass, completely obscuring their former beauty.

He reached out to try and repair it little by little, but the rainbow butterfly was too fragile, especially one that had been so badly damaged.

Even with the gentlest of movements, the moment his fingertips touched it, the seven-colored butterfly's deformation became even more severe.

After several attempts, the final result was that the rainbow butterfly was broken even more.

Helpless, Lu Shiqing's chest heaved, and he slammed his fist on the table, causing the seven-colored butterfly on the table to tremble slightly.

Yes, it's more broken than before.

Anger surged in his heart, and ironically, he was the one who had crushed the rainbow butterfly, leaving him with nowhere to vent his anger.

He couldn't even empathize with his past self; he wished he could go back in time and kill that version of himself.

Lu Shiqing clenched his fist tighter and tighter, then slammed it hard against the leg that had stepped on the seven-colored butterfly.

The sound of bones cracking was particularly clear in the silent cave.

He groaned, seemingly calming down a bit, and continued piecing together the seven-colored butterfly without changing his expression.

As for Luo Chu, he left Feiyun Sect directly and went to Fuguang City, determined to obtain the two tickets at all costs.

On the main peak, Wen Xuan took a deep breath to suppress his various emotions before entering Bai Mumu's room.

Bai Mumu noticed someone entering. Because she was only at the Qi Refining stage and her system was not fully repaired, she didn't know who it was.

Thinking it was either Shen Daochen or Lingxiao Zhenren, since neither of them had visited her in a long time, she immediately put on her usual obedient and pitiful appearance.

She sat up weakly, clutching her chest, only to find that the person who came was Wen Xuan.

His expression was distorted for a moment, but after recovering, he stopped pretending and showed his true self.

"Why is Second Senior Brother interested in coming to see me?" She leaned calmly against the bed, the smile on her lips making people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"A jade token for passage." Wen Xuan held out his hand to her.

His attitude towards Bai Mumu was now nothing but indifference.

"Second Senior Brother, you have already betrayed me. Do you think I would still give you the travel jade token?" Bai Mumu sneered.

"Wen Xuan, you're really stupid." She suddenly called him by his name.

"If you obey me during the sect competition, the travel jade token is now in your hands."

"But you insisted on jumping out and testifying for Chen Sangruo. And what was the result? No matter how much you said I was possessed by evil spirits, did Father and Master believe it? In the end, you ended up getting yourself all injured."

Bai Mumu's face was filled with undisguised mockery.

"The Flying Cloud Sect is a reputable and righteous sect. I will never do anything for someone like you who has ties with evil spirits!" Wen Xuan replied through gritted teeth.

She seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, a mocking glint in her eyes, and she simply asked lightly, "Is that so?"

Meeting her all-seeing gaze, Wen Xuan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Despite his self-proclaimed noble lineage, he had recently made a deal with the heretical cultivator, the Master of Guanyun Pavilion.

But only he, Feng Heyun, and the other two knew about this; it was a secret they kept to themselves and would never admit it.

That's why Bai Mumu went straight for them; she knew they would keep quiet.

His emotions were quickly suppressed, and he said to Bai Mumu, "No matter what, I must get the passage jade token today!"

After saying that, Wen Xuan's eyes hardened, and he gathered spiritual power in his hand, heading straight for Bai Mumu!

Bai Mumu, who was in the Qi Refining stage, was no match for his attacks, which were from the late Golden Core stage.

He was a healer, and he easily pressed Bai Mumu's acupoints, subduing her.