The atmosphere inside Qixia Garden was eerie.
Shen Zhaozhao watched helplessly as her senior brother, Wan Qianqiu, who remained unfazed even when Lingxiao Zhenren's pressure came crashing down on him, was now stuffing jars of the priceless "Drunken Cloud Peak" into his seemingly limitless storage bag at an almost famine-like speed.
"Senior Brother?"
Shen Zhaozhao couldn't help but speak, her voice filled with confusion: "...Really running away?"
Without turning her head, Wan Qianqiu's hands moved even faster, her tone filled with unprecedented anxiety: "Run, we must run! Junior sister, listen to your senior brother, we don't need that breakthrough pill from the newcomer competition, we absolutely cannot get involved with our stupid [beep] sect leader!"
He abruptly stopped, turned around, and grabbed Shen Zhaozhao's shoulders tightly. His handsome, almost otherworldly face was now etched with the bitter lessons of experience, and his words were earnest and almost tragic: "Hurry up and pack your things! Come with Senior Brother! We'll come back after this storm has passed... no, after this plague god has finished his madness and left!"
"When the time comes, Senior Brother will have Rui Rui refine an even better batch for you. Rui Rui's pills are guaranteed to be a hundred times better than those produced in this wretched place, Yunqi City!"
Shen Zhaozhao: "???"
Pei Lang, who was just there to join in the fun, also chimed in with: "???"
What is all this about?
Why is it like the end of the world when your own sect leader comes out of seclusion?
However, just as Shen Zhaozhao and Pei Lang were completely bewildered and full of questions, Wan Qianqiu's hand, which was reaching for the last jar of "Drunken Cloud Peak," suddenly froze in mid-air.
He felt as if he were frozen by the coldest, most icy ice of the underworld, and even his breathing stopped.
The moonlight, like water, poured down into the elegant courtyard of Qixia Garden.
Under that bright, clear moonlight, a person suddenly appeared without anyone noticing.
The man was tall and slender, wearing an extremely luxurious moon-white brocade robe with cloud patterns that shimmered with a cool luster under the moonlight. His long, jet-black hair was not tied up, but loosely held up with a simple jade hairpin, while the rest cascaded down to his waist like a waterfall, making his exposed neck appear long, white, and slender, like a jade sculpture.
His face was truly divine, almost ethereal in its beauty, with a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes that naturally carried a hint of intoxicated charm as they moved.
In the entire cultivation world of Lingzhou, regardless of gender, everyone pales in comparison to him in terms of appearance and figure. Even someone as ethereal as Wan Qianqiu is truly made to look rather plain in comparison to him, which is no exaggeration.
Sect Leader, Xie Linyuan.
He had clearly deliberately restrained and suppressed his own power, and there was no trace of his aura leaking out. He was as quiet as a shadow that blended into the moonlight.
That is why he was able to appear here as if he were in an empty place, without even Wan Qianqiu, who had reached the Nascent Soul stage, or the law enforcement elder of the Crimson Cloud Sect noticing him at all.
This mastery of power demonstrates that his cultivation level is far from ordinary.
Xie Linyuan, who had been slightly lowering his gaze, focused on Wan Qianqiu, who was frantically packing up "Drunken Cloud Peak." A hint of displeasure seemed to be brewing in his beautiful peach blossom eyes. He parted his thin lips slightly and said, "I merely spoke a few words of truth, and you've already left the sect? Heh, truly..."
However, before he could finish speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he keenly caught sight of the small figure—Shen Zhaozhao—who was being shielded by Wan Qianqiu's tall figure and was peeking out with half her head, looking at him with curiosity.
In an instant, Xie Linyuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Unlike when they were separated by a water mirror, now that they were facing each other directly, certain fragments of memories that had been deliberately sealed away or selectively forgotten by Xie Linyuan began to flood into their minds uncontrollably.
That unfamiliar other world, the initial helplessness upon entering it, and that exceptionally chaotic and upside-down night...
"Well……"
Xie Linyuan let out a short, muffled groan, almost as if he were suffocating.
Under the moonlight, his breathtakingly beautiful face was instantly flushed with a suspicious blush, as if every part of his body was instantly recalling that indescribable tingling sensation that surged up his spine.
Those captivating, amorous peach blossom eyes were now fixed intently on Shen Zhaozhao, a mist of moisture spreading across the corners of her eyes, even her small beauty mark seemed to be tinged with a layer of broken, watery light.
Xie Linyuan's voice, which should have been clear and cold like the clinking of jade pendants, was now filled with immense grievance and a near-collapsed accusation, as if each word was being squeezed out from between his teeth: "What...what exactly do you want?!"
"...I've already let you sleep with me!"
"What else do you want?!"
"Why are you chasing after me like this?!"
Wan Qianqiu: "???" Who?
Pei Lang: "???" Who?
Shen Zhaozhao: "???" Who?!
Wait a minute?!
Why does this person seem to be staring at her?!
Shen Zhaozhao strained her eyes, trying to dredge up something useful from that chaotic swamp of memories.
This face...it looked somewhat familiar, a familiarity tinged with a burning and dizzying sensation.
She suddenly remembered that before she transmigrated into the book, her nemesis drugged her, so she grabbed someone at random to "help out."
However, her vision was very blurry at the time, and she only vaguely remembered that the other person was very tall, had a cool and pleasant fragrance, and seemed to have groaned when she grabbed him... As for his face?
Sorry, I didn't see it clearly at all; I only remember a rough, angular outline.
And it couldn't possibly be him!
These aren't even from the same world!
However, before Shen Zhaozhao could even untangle a single thread of this tangled mess of thoughts, Xie Linyuan on the other side started acting up again.
He gripped the collar of his moon-white brocade robe tightly, his knuckles bulging from the force: "Let me tell you, I will never let you sleep with me a second time!"
"Give up, stop chasing me!"
"..."
Dead silence.
The deathly silence was even more terrifying than the arrival of the powerful Lingxiao Zhenren.
Wan Qianqiu stared in disbelief. "Junior sister, you...?"
You're so foolish!
Our sect leader may be handsome, but he's mentally ill!
Shen Zhaozhao was so provoked by these words that her vision went black. In the midst of the dizziness, a surge of anger mixed with absurdity and the thought of "what kind of nonsense is this lunatic talking about?" rushed to the top of her head, almost causing her to faint.
What are all these things?!
Who would want to sleep with him a second time?!
And what did that first time have to do with me?!
Is this sect leader suffering from some serious illness?!
Yes or no? !
Shen Zhaozhao didn't even realize how she moved; her body moved faster than her brain. With a "whoosh," she flipped out of the open window, not even bothering to stumble when she landed, her target the breathtakingly beautiful scourge under the moonlight.
Today, she's determined to smear this huge bag in his face!
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