Shang Xiye nodded slightly again, and as he turned around, his gaze deliberately swept over Xue Bingling.

The girl's feelings were both restrained and straightforward. Unable to give her any response, he could only act more directly and decisively.

Otherwise, he would be letting down the girl, and even more so, his wife.

Xue Bingling gazed at Shang Xiye's elegant back, gently biting her lower lip, her usually calm heart filled with intense resentment for the first time.

Before he saw the woman in his heart with his own eyes;

She wouldn't give up her feelings for him until she was completely won over by the woman in his heart!

“Master, I think we should go this way,” Ghost Face said, walking on air beside Shang Xiye, his tone uncertain.

He had a strange sense of familiarity with this place, but he couldn't remember where he was or when he had been here before.

But subconsciously, his intuition could guide him in the right direction.

"What evidence do you have?" Shang Xiye controlled the sword, carefully avoiding the paths that the cranes might fly by.

“I’m happier going that way, does this count?” Ghost Face tilted his huge head and made a cute face.

"Heh, do you think that just because I'm no longer the powerful Ninth Prince after leaving Da Zhao, you can act all high and mighty?" Shang Xiye stared at the masked man and smiled wickedly.

Ghost Face: "..."

If you have the nerve to criticize others, it's because you changed first!

Why don't you take a look in the mirror and see if you used to smile at people like that!

"How could that be, my dear master? Aren't you the most majestic and extraordinary master of all, even the Ninth Prince?" Ghost Face inwardly complained like a dog, but on the surface he dared not show it at all. As always, he offered extremely sycophantic flattery, and continued to act cute and pitiful with a husky face: "But what Mianmian said is the truth. You may not believe it, but I feel like I used to live here."

"Then I'll trust you this once. If you lead me astray, I'll roast your hind leg meat tonight to go with my wine." Shang Xiye raised his hand and patted the strong and powerful hind leg of the ghost-faced man.

The slap made the demon-faced tiger tremble, on the verge of tears.

Good heavens! Where are you, mistress?!

The male master has become increasingly wicked, thinking about roasted noodles all day long!

He's probably been brain-damaged by the teleportation array; you should come and cure him!

Seeing the trembling little face of the ghost mask, Shang Xiye couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly realizing his unusually wicked sense of humor, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, which quickly faded and he accepted it with equanimity.

It seems that although Mo Linxian's consciousness dissipated on its own, it merged with Mo Linxian's soul, subtly changing his personality in a way that he himself could not control.

Shang Xiye didn't intend to deliberately control or change things, because he had promised Mo Linxian and was afraid that his little wife would be hurt.

While deep in thought.

The group followed the masked man to a majestic mountain that stretched for thousands of miles, towering into the clouds with no end in sight.

“Up here…” A name that was extremely familiar rushed to Ghost Face’s lips, but he couldn’t remember it at all. He could only pause and say, “He lives up here. The owner of this place lives up here.”

Just as Shang Xiye was about to fly over on his sword, Ghost Face jumped up and blocked his way again.

He tilted his large head, a deep look of confusion in his eyes, as if trying to recall something: "Master, this mountain... it's probably not easy to climb. I remember, to climb the mountain smoothly, I think I need to wear something on my body?"