That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Drifting clouds gradually swept across the sky, covering the stars and the cold moon, making their dim light flicker and waver, much like the ever-changing human heart.
Leaning against the table, with one hand supporting his cheek, Mu Beichen closed his eyes, but his breathing became increasingly labored. At that moment, many black-clad assassins inexplicably appeared before him, their figures appearing and disappearing, attacking him from all directions!
Just as he was overwhelmed by everything, the assassins suddenly shifted their gaze and then attacked his back in unison. When he turned around, he was surprised to find that the dense array of blades and swords had already pierced through Feng Jin's chest! Blood gushed out of her body like a torrent of water!
"Ah Jin!"
A startled cry escaped his lips, and he awoke with a start from the dreadful dream, large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks.
Thankfully... it was just a dream.
But for some reason, the dream he just had felt so real, like a strong warning of an impending storm. An unprecedented sense of panic and helplessness surged into his heart in an instant!
He calmed his chaotic mind, turned around, and rushed out of the room. A voice in his heart kept telling him that if he didn't bring Feng Jin to his side soon, the nightmare of being killed in the dream would come true.
But when he arrived at the dungeon entrance as fast as he could, he was immediately stunned by what he saw: the half-closed cell door, the empty dungeon, and the pile of iron shackles... all of this confirmed the strong premonition in his heart.
He turned abruptly and left. He had barely stepped out of the backyard dungeon when he bumped into Xiao Mohan, who was holding a letter and approaching him.
"Your Highness, someone has delivered a secret message to you..."
Before the other party could finish speaking, Mu Beichen eagerly snatched the envelope, opened it, and carefully read the few short sentences. Every word was shocking: "If you want to save your woman's life, come to Blackwater Cliff alone to exchange her."
His sharp gaze gradually shifted away, a murderous aura emanating from his brows. Mu Beichen clutched the letter tightly in his palm, strode out of the mansion, and raced towards Blackwater Cliff.
Blackwater Cliff – This place has always been known for its towering cliffs that reach into the clouds. It is said that the drop from the top of the cliff to the ground is far greater than the height of the eighteen levels of hell.
As night deepened, the wind howled around the winding mountain road, causing a whooshing sound to echo from inside the cave.
When Mu Beichen reached the foot of the mountain, he leaned against the mountain wall to calm himself down and regain some strength. He glanced at the vast sky above and his expression suddenly became serious.
Ahead, a solitary cliff rises straight into the clouds, like a ladder from heaven hanging down, facing the cold moon hanging on the precipice, making it impossible for Mu Beichen, who is thousands of feet away, to see anything on the mountaintop.
Mu Beichen fixed his gaze on the steep cliff in front of him, turned his body, and landed lightly on the rock face halfway up the mountain. Using his profound internal energy, he quickly climbed upwards until he was completely exhausted and the night was about to fade. He looked up at the top of the cliff that was so close at hand, pressed his bloodstained hands on the cliff face again, and continued to climb upwards.
Upon reaching the summit, one is surrounded by a sea of clouds, as if entering a fairyland, with distant, undulating mountain peaks appearing and disappearing in the distance.
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