A closer look reveals that beneath the corners of the man's eyes, a faint red glint flashes in his dark pupils, concealing a bloodthirsty and ferocious aura, chilling and sinister, and even carrying an undisguised desire.

Ji Jiuying was so under his gaze that she didn't dare to breathe loudly, and her hand holding Xie Huo tightened involuntarily.

The evil fire wasn't afraid of being seen by outsiders, because that was impossible. However, the man did have a trace of demonic aura, but it was only a trace.

"Why do I have this feeling that he saw me!"

Hei Xiangling's sudden voice startled Ji Jiuying. The most tragic thing was that the evil fire in her hand was about to be crushed into a lump by her.

"Do you know that people can scare each other to death?!"

Ji Jiuying closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gritted her teeth.

Hei Xiangling glanced at her dismissively and curled her lip. "It's clearly because you were staring too intently at that handsome man that you didn't even notice me, the Holy Venerable, standing right behind you. If I were an enemy, you would have died countless times already!"

Ji Jiuying glared at her, too lazy to pay attention to her, and not a single word she uttered was pleasing to the ear.

"Little Evil Fire, have you noticed anything? Could he have discovered me?" Ji Jiu asked.

However, she was met with an indistinct whimpering sound. Looking down, she realized that she had covered its mouth in her nervousness. Ji Jiuying smiled awkwardly.

"You wretched woman, if you cover yourself any tighter, I'm going to meet the King of Hell!"

"Oh dear, little devil, don't be angry, I didn't mean to~"

Xie Huo snorted coldly, his back to her, "He has a demonic aura about him, but it's hard to tell what kind of demon it is."

"Judging from his expression, he actually sensed your presence. After all, demons have very keen intuition and a sensitive nose."

Hearing Xie Huo say this, Ji Jiuying frowned slightly. If he didn't leave, how could she get out? A Yue would definitely be worried if he couldn't find her.

Just as Ji Jiuying was wondering what to do, some noise outside seemed to attract the man's attention. Ji Jiuying sensed her surroundings and, realizing that there was no one nearby, quickly left the space and ran away. However, the sky was already gradually brightening, so she could only proceed cautiously step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Jiuying finally escaped the military camp and the city lord's mansion. A patrolling soldier slowly approached from a distance, and Ji Jiuying slipped into an empty courtyard.

Unconsciously, her hand gently stroked the frost-covered bracelet on her wrist.

A surge of spiritual energy rippled through the air, and Gong Mingyue appeared from the center of the void. Ji Jiuying frowned slightly, worried about the poison in his body. "A-Yue, don't use spatial teleportation."

"Listen to Xiao Jiu!"

Thinking of something, Ji Jiuying looked up and asked, "A-Yue, were you the one who lured that man away just now?"

Gong Mingyue nodded. He couldn't sense her presence through the Frost Bracelet, so there was only one possibility: she had hidden in the space. He guessed that there must be a reason why she couldn't appear.

The man frowned and rushed back to the spot, but it was gone... She was gone, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

Footsteps sounded at the doorway.

"Second Prince, what brings you here? His Majesty is looking for you!"

Despite the injury on his forehead, Eunuch Hua said breathlessly, "The Second Prince suddenly disappeared from the City Lord's Mansion, and the Emperor of Western Jin is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan."

Murong Zheng took a deep breath, his brows furrowing in displeasure. A faint trace of her scent lingered in the air, but it had been washed away by the arrival of these people. He glanced out the window; they had disappeared in this direction…

He must find her.

Seeing that Murong Zheng was safe and sound, the Western Jin emperor's restless heart finally calmed down. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Zheng'er, where did you run off to? In the future, if you want to go out, you must tell the people around you, okay? Otherwise, your father will worry about you."

Murong Zheng looked at the Western Jin Emperor with no expression in his eyes and his thin lips pressed tightly together. He ignored the Western Jin Emperor and turned to enter the room.

The emperor paid no attention, simply standing by and lecturing like a three-year-old child.

Murong Zheng's face was somewhat pale, and fine beads of sweat were faintly visible on his forehead. The Western Jin Emperor panicked. He knew all too well what was going on.

His voice trembled slightly as he shouted into the air, "Martial Peak, Martial Peak!"

A man exuding a cold aura appeared in the room. "Your Majesty, Second Prince."

"Quickly... hurry and find some blood, Zheng'er has fallen ill ahead of schedule."

The Western Jin emperor's voice trembled with nervousness.

The man named Wu Ji then noticed that Murong Zheng's face was pale and bloodless. He frowned slightly. Tomorrow was only the seventh day. How could the Second Prince have fallen ill so early? This had never happened before.

The situation was urgent, and there was no time to think. Wu Ji quickly left to find fresh blood.

"Zheng'er, hang in there. Wu Ji will bring Xue Ye here soon." The Emperor of Western Jin felt a pang of heartache as he looked at Murong Zheng, who was in pain.

After an unknown amount of time, Murong Zheng let out a painful, low roar. His originally dark eyes were now gleaming with a blood-red light, and two gray ears sprouted from his head.

The Western Jin emperor was extremely anxious upon seeing this. Why was the martial arts competition taking so long this time? Zheng'er couldn't wait any longer.

He regretted bringing him along, but he didn't want to give up any chance that might save Zheng'er's illness!

He consulted countless pharmacists and alchemists, but none of them could diagnose Zheng'er's illness. Until one day, a mysterious and unfathomable man told him to keep searching in the northwest direction, where someone would help him. As for who that person was, only Murong Zheng himself knew.

The northwest direction is also the direction of Jialan. The Western Jin emperor has always focused his attention on Jialan. In addition, because of the plan mentioned by Murong Yun and Feng Luo, he agreed to attack Jialan while helping Murong Zheng find people.

But they consistently overlooked one crucial point: Star Academy is also located in the northwest...

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Ji finally returned, carrying a bowl of fresh blood in his hands.

The Western Jin emperor breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took the bowl from his hand, and handed it to Murong Zheng, saying, "Zheng'er, the blood has come, drink it quickly!"

Murong Zheng slightly raised his head. In the past, he would have drunk the bowl of blood in one gulp, but for some reason, he couldn't drink it now… The scent he had longed for that morning flashed through his mind. He knew she was the one he was looking for; her blood must taste delicious…

Looking at the blood, Murong Zheng was slightly stunned. The Emperor of Western Jin was bewildered. Why didn't Zheng'er drink it?

"Zheng'er?"

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

"It's terrible! Your Majesty! It's terrible! Your Majesty!"

Hua Gonggong ran over in a panic, accidentally falling to the ground. The Western Jin Emperor, trying to avoid Hua Gonggong's blood, spilled half of it. Enraged, the emperor kicked Hua Gonggong, sending him flying and causing him to fall to the ground, further injuring him and causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.