Jin Jing!
Su Qing's deliberate avoidance hadn't lasted more than a few days when the incident in the misty forest behind the mountain shocked the entire Qinglang Mountain. Jin Jing went to the back mountain at night to look for her lost hairpin, but she stumbled upon two men in black talking in the depths of the misty forest. After being discovered, she was ambushed. Although she was rescued by a passing disciple, she lost sight in her left eye and could only wear a silver mask to cover her scar from then on.
When the news arrived, Su Qing was practicing calligraphy in her bamboo hut when her pen tip fell onto the paper with a "plop," spreading a large blot of ink. She hurriedly ran to Jin Jing's residence, and upon opening the door, she saw Jin Jing sitting by the window, a silver mask covering her left cheek, her right eye, the only visible feature, filled with coldness, her fingers clutching a handkerchief, her knuckles turning white.
"Who did this?" Su Qing's voice trembled as she recalled how Jin Jing, though sharp-tongued, always secretly helped her when she was in danger.
Jin Jing twitched the corners of her mouth, her voice slightly hoarse: "I didn't see their faces clearly, I only heard them talking about 'Taibai Mozu's prophecy' and 'alien evil cultivators'... and they mentioned you too."
Su Qing's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to press for an answer, Jin Jing turned her face away, her tone turning colder: "Don't pretend to be kind. I don't need your pity. From now on, we'll go our separate ways on the mountain."
But Su Qing clearly saw that Jin Jing's hand, hanging by her side, secretly clenched the handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo that she had given her. Leaving Jin Jing's residence, Su Qing gazed towards the misty forest behind the mountain, her heart filled with both shock and fear—Jin Jing's affair must be related to the person who framed her, and what kind of conspiracy was hidden behind the "prophecy" they mentioned?
Lost in thought, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw Elder Mu Han. He stood not far away, his plain white Daoist robe swaying gently in the wind. His eyes held a hint of worry as he looked at her: "Don't make wild guesses. I will investigate this matter thoroughly. From now on, don't go to the back mountain alone. If anything happens, find your master immediately."
Looking at the white hair at his temples, Su Qing felt a pang of guilt as she recalled her recent avoidance. She clenched her sleeves and whispered, "Thank you, Master. I understand." Then, as before, she turned and hurried away, unaware of the fleeting disappointment in his eyes.
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