At the foot of the mountain, where the Heavenly Secret Realm had been cleansed, people were gradually consolidating their baptismal power and beginning to depart.
At the summit of the second highest mountain, a woman in a dark blue dress nestled gently in the arms of a man sitting on a stone platform.
That face, which should have been as cold and austere as frost and snow, now radiated endless gentleness and tenderness. In those deep, dark blue eyes, only the figure of that man remained, as if the entire world was filled with him.
High atop this towering mountain, all was quiet except for Dan Bingli's soft whispers, which drifted gently through this small world.
"The reason I cultivate so diligently is so that I can reach the Saint Realm as soon as possible, so that I can enter the land of my ancestors' inheritance."
"The reason why the forces that were eager to seize the ancestral heritage did not dare to make a big move was that our clan's Great Elder went to seek refuge with the Heavenly Profound Temple on the Heavenly Profound Continent, one of the thirty-six super continents, in order to protect the clan."
"The Heavenly Profound Temple enjoys considerable prestige and power in the western part of the myriad worlds. Although those forces with ulterior motives covet the Ice Emperor's inheritance, they dare not openly defy the majesty of the Heavenly Profound Temple."
"However, even their hidden strength is beyond our ability to resist, not to mention that the Grand Elder was said to have been seriously injured before I left, and is probably nearing his end..."
At this moment, Dan Bingli recounted her past and the heavy burden she had borne one by one. After venting her emotions just now, she was completely overwhelmed and dared not hide it any longer. She did not want to create any rift or estrangement between Qin Luo and herself.
Therefore, being honest with each other is her only option.
"What is the cultivation level of your clan's top experts? And what is the strength level of those opposing forces?"
After hearing the reason, Qin Luo curled the deep blue, cold-looking hair in his hand and couldn't help but ask.
Dan Bingli slightly raised her head, a hint of shame in her eyes:
"Among our clan, the strongest one is the Great Elder, who has reached the ninth-grade Saint realm and was once a renowned figure on our Ice Continent. But apart from the Great Elder, our clan only has three clan leaders who have just entered the Saint realm."
"As for those hostile forces that have long coveted the heritage of our ancestors, their highest cultivation level is said to have reached the Supreme Realm, and their subordinates are full of powerful figures, including many Saint Realm experts."
"That's why we had no choice but to leave our homeland and scatter in all directions, just to survive. The conditions for opening the inheritance are twofold: first, one must obtain the recognition of the Ice Emperor's will; second, a large number of Ice Emperor bloodlines must be sacrificed. This way, there is a slight chance of attracting the remaining Ice Emperor's will."
As Qin Luo listened, he affectionately rested his chin on her cascading deep blue hair, inhaling softly the delicate fragrance reminiscent of newly blossoming plum blossoms, and then murmured:
"Supreme Realm? Indeed, that is an extremely powerful existence."
"However... give me two years, and I will protect you and shield you from all the storms."
To avoid disturbing his intimate gesture of touching her hair, Dan Bingli slightly raised her eyes and glanced at his handsome profile out of the corner of her eye.
His face revealed a restrained confidence, like a mountain or a deep, dark pool.
This feeling made her feel very safe and secure.
Her eyes blinked, and the tenderness and affection within them grew even stronger, transforming into a pool of spring water, shimmering and sparkling.
Her already docile, snuggling posture deepened unconsciously, as if she wanted to completely immerse herself in Qin Luo's embrace.
A moment later, her red lips parted slightly, and a soft, lingering voice echoed out:
"Yes~ I believe you. I will be with you then, no matter what."
Although she had no idea where Qin Luo's confidence came from, it didn't matter to her. What mattered was that she believed in him. No matter the outcome, as long as he was there, that was enough.
At this moment, atop the mountain, even the wind softened, as if unwilling to disturb the tender scene of the two embracing each other.
The atmosphere of tender affection was finally broken when the cultivators at the foot of the mountain left.
Gazing at the receding black dot, Qin Luo said softly:
"It's time to leave. This place is no longer safe to stay. I've already received the baptism, and it's time to return to Lingyuan Sect."
Dan Bingli's eyes still held a lingering affection. She reluctantly broke free from his embrace, lowered her head slightly, and tried to hide the unconcealable melancholy in her eyes.
"No wonder when I saw that Murong... Sister Liyue and he were so affectionate for so long, it turns out that this feeling... is so intoxicating, once you fall in love, it is hard to extricate yourself."
Dan Bingli pondered to herself, a strange shyness quietly spreading in her heart.
But the next second, Dan Bingli's gaze inadvertently fell on Qin Luo's tattered robes.
The robe still bore the scars of the fierce battle fought against the black dragon, with crisscrossing tears.
Seeing this, Dan Bingli called out softly:
"Qin Luo~"
The gentle call brushed past Qin Luo's ears.
Turning around at the sound, one could see that Dan Bingli's cheeks were flushed, and a hint of shyness spread from her eyes to her entire delicate face.
In her hands she was holding a set of blue robes.
“Your clothes are torn and it’s not very presentable. I… I happen to have some spare clothes here. Let me help you change.”
Her voice carried a hint of shyness, and her gaze darted away, avoiding Qin Luo's eyes. Her fingers gripped her blue robe tightly, clearly indicating that even though they had already confessed their feelings, this action had taken a great deal of courage from her.
Qin Luo was taken aback at the sight. Looking at the blue robe in her hand, he suddenly thought of something, and a playful smile appeared on his lips:
"Oh? I'm a little curious. Bingli, why do you have the habit of carrying men's clothes with you? Besides, this blue robe seems to fit my body size perfectly, without any difference."
"Could it be that during the freshman competition last time, you saw Li Yue tidying my clothes and felt a pang of jealousy, so you specially prepared these clothes?"
When Dan Bingli was teased like this, her already flushed face turned even redder. She bit her lower lip lightly, and a feeling of resentment welled up in her heart.
I had intended to give him a good scolding to vent my anger at being teased, but when my eyes met his smiling and doting gaze, I couldn't bring myself to say the words of reproach that were on the tip of my tongue.
In the end, she could only lower her head, her eyes filled with grievance, and in a soft, gentle voice like the drizzling rain of Jiangnan, she scolded:
"You, you just bully me~"
Her words carried a hint of coquettishness, a touch of helplessness, and an undeniable tenderness.
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