"Don't blame yourself anymore, Bingli. This wasn't your fault. You've done so much for me. These pills may be of low quality, but they represent your good intentions. How could they be useless?"
"I know what you mean, but you don't need to worry. This injury is only a matter of time for me to heal. Keep the Origin Spirit Liquid and don't easily exchange it for pills."
Dan Bingli leaned against Qin Luo's chest, her body trembling, tears soaking Qin Luo's clothes, and choked out:
"But I want you to get better quickly. Your injuries are the most important thing. As long as you recover as soon as possible, we'll use the Origin Elixir without worrying about the future."
Left with no other choice, Qin Luo could only gaze at her and say slowly:
"Be good, listen to me."
The voice was soft yet carried an undeniable authority.
Upon hearing this, Dan Bingli wanted to say something more, but her past experiences flashed through her mind, and the words that were about to come out could only be swallowed back down.
After that, she stopped speaking and simply buried her head in Qin Luo's arms. Only the occasional faint sobs seemed to express her helplessness and her concern for Qin Luo's injuries.
After she calmed down, wisps of white mist rose from Qin Luo's body, rapidly healing his injuries. Seeing this, Dan Bingli didn't want to disturb him, so she gently broke free.
However, Qin Luo seemed to sense something, and with a slight tightening of his grip, he gently pulled her into his arms again, whispering in her ear:
"That's fine. With you by my side, this healing process will be much more peaceful and smooth for me, and the effects will be better."
Upon hearing these tender words, Dan Bingli's slight hesitation vanished instantly, and she nestled obediently in his arms, no longer showing any unusual behavior.
As time passed, Qin Luo's injuries gradually improved under the nourishment of spiritual energy and the healing power of the white mist. His complexion slowly regained some color, and his breathing became more stable.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Dan Bingli staring at him intently until she was sure his injuries had stabilized. Only then did she reach out and hug him tightly, sobbing softly as she complained:
"Is this what you meant by being confident? Is this what you meant by nothing would happen? What did you promise me back then? Do you know how scared I was? I thought... I thought I was going to lose you."
Feeling the trembling body of the woman in his arms, Qin Luo's heart was gently touched. He tightened his arms slightly and whispered in an extremely tender tone:
"I said I would protect you from the storm, and this is nothing. It's just a small setback along the way."
Upon hearing this, Dan Bingli's trembling body suddenly stopped, and she slowly raised her head, gazing at Qin Luo with teary eyes.
Recalling Qin Luo's solemn promise in the secret realm of heaven and earth, and remembering how he urged her to leave without hesitation when the fist of the saintly expert crashed down, she thought to herself.
At this moment, Dan Bingli knew that she could no longer live without him.
She cherished this hard-won happiness, this safe haven that gave her peace of mind, every single moment spent with him, the deep affection and doting in his eyes, and everything about him...
But before that...
As soon as she stopped thinking, spiritual energy suddenly surged in Dan Bingli's hand, causing it to tremble slightly.
Caught off guard, Qin Luo's gaze abruptly shifted from Dan Bingli to the ceiling. He was about to say something, but the next moment, his eyes widened...
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Misty Sect, Yi Ting rested her chin on one hand, her eyes sparkling with interest as she intently gazed at the mortal storybook in her hands.
This storybook tells a love story that takes place on a giant ship called the Titan.
Yiting was engrossed in the plot's twists and turns. However, when her gaze fell upon the final, breathtaking scene—the ship violently crashing into the iceberg—for some reason, a strange sense of unease suddenly overwhelmed her, sweeping over her heart.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her displeasure evident on her face. She then tossed the book she was holding to the ground with a flick of her arm, huffing and puffing:
"How could such a huge iceberg be completely ignored? This story written by mortals is far too unrealistic and utterly absurd."
After speaking, Yi Ting's gaze swept listlessly over the alchemy furnace in front of her, which was emitting wisps of green smoke. In the next instant, she raised her hand slightly, and spiritual energy suddenly appeared in her palm, transforming into a gentle stream of air that drew the storybook that had fallen to the ground back into her hand.
Her slender fingers gently caressed the contents of the storybook, then she raised her chin, a satisfied look on her face, and said smugly:
"Hmph! That makes more sense! It should have been the iceberg that crashed into that Titan!"
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