And so, for the next week, Qin Luo put aside all the matters he could and stayed by Murong Liyue's side almost every step of the way.
In the morning, I would draw her eyebrows and comb her hair, watching her blushing profile with sweetness.
In the afternoon, they sat side by side on the edge of a cliff shrouded in mist. Murong Liyue leaned on his shoulder and softly recounted their conversation.
The most enchanting time is at dusk. Murong Liyue always liked to demonstrate her mastery of spirit arrays in front of him, and Qin Luo would wrap his arms around her from behind, holding her hand and asking her questions without any embarrassment.
When those strands of hair brushed against Qin Luo's cheek, the conversation would often take a turn for the worse. The spirit seal hovering in the air would be set aside, replaced by the rising chirping of cicadas outside the pavilion and the mingling of breaths inside.
At night, the two were mostly silent, simply nestled together, feeling each other's heartbeats, turning the sorrow of parting into tender affection.
On the day of his departure, Murong Liyue didn't dare to see him off, fearing that she might impulsively leave with him. She could only watch his figure gradually disappear into the distance from Qin Luo's courtyard, until the last glimmer of his shadow vanished on the horizon, and she remained lost in thought for a long time...
Thus, only four months had passed since the start and end of the academy competition, thanks to the 'battleground accident' that Qin Luo had inadvertently created. This also resulted in You Yueying arriving half a year later only to find herself empty-handed.
On the continent of You, dark clouds filled the sky above You City. Unlike the hustle and bustle when Qin Luo last visited, only Rakshasa female guards clad in black armor patrolled back and forth on the cobblestone streets. The clanging of their armor echoed through the deathly silent city, startling the black crows perched on the eaves.
Outside the city lord's mansion, countless black stone pillars were covered with densely packed corpses, swaying gently in the foul wind.
Judging from the residual aura on these corpses, they were all Saint Realm experts!
The empty eyes clearly indicated that he had been dead for quite some time, and his fingertips still retained the posture of struggling before death. And the figure at the very front, with chains piercing his collarbone, was none other than Wanrun Supreme, who had once demanded You Yueying from Qin Luo!
At this moment, Wanrun Supreme was no longer the arrogant man he once was. His pale face was frozen with the twisted fear he had felt in his previous life, and half of his face had been devoured, leaving only bare white bones.
Wherever the eerie, ghostly light that enveloped him passed, flesh and blood were sliced apart as if by invisible blades, constantly scattering into fragments. Yet, each time his body was torn apart, the scattered flesh and blood would be drawn back together by the ghostly light, endlessly repeating the cycle!
The Rakshasa guards passing by the city gates paid no heed to this; only the stench permeating the air revealed the cruel torture this supreme expert would endure even in death.
Inside the city lord's mansion, a woman clad in soft armor knelt on one knee in front of a half-open door, her clear voice recounting various events that had occurred on the Netherworld Continent recently.
This woman had eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes that arched at the corners yet held a hint of timidity, a small, rounded nose, and lips as pale as fresh spring snow. Such a face, while not stunning in the Rakshasa army, could withstand close scrutiny. She possessed neither the sharp edge of a beauty capable of captivating a nation, nor the dullness of someone who is utterly unpleasant.
At this moment, the woman still had three whip marks behind her ears, marks that she was born with, and the main reason why You Yueying took a liking to her.
When You Yueying was selecting her, she deliberately avoided those with striking features, for fear that Qin Luo would be unable to take his eyes off them.
It should be noted that these carefully trained Rakshasa guards are all to be handed over to Qin Luo in the future, becoming his assistants and future core group.
However, due to the fickle nature of some people, she set strict standards for selecting military guards. Their appearance had to be ordinary and pleasing to the eye, and they could not have any alluring beauty. Even their figures had to be neat and strong, without any trace of softness or charm.
This would make You Yueying feel a little more at ease.
As she listened to the woman's clear and organized report, You Yueying's cold voice quickly came from behind the door, her tone filled with undisguised annoyance:
"I understand these matters. You may leave. As for the affairs on the Netherworld Continent these next few days, you can handle them yourself. There's no need to report back to me."
"yes!"
After the woman bowed and hurriedly left, her graceful figure slowly appeared behind the closed door.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded casually down to her waist, and she wore a black gauze dress that gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the bright room, subtly outlining her breathtaking curves.
Her aloof and haughty eyes naturally carried a hint of allure, adding to her captivating charm. Even when she simply lowered her gaze, a myriad of emotions flowed about her.
However, at this moment, her beautiful face was full of resentment and unwillingness, her red lips slightly pursed, as if she was silently accusing someone of being heartless.
"Am I really that despised by you? It's only been a short separation, and you're already so eager to flee Lingyuan Sect. I clearly concealed all my aura; you shouldn't have been able to detect me... And now you've left without a word. How am I supposed to find you?"
"If something really happens to you, do you think I can survive? I'd have to go down to the underworld to be with you, but I'm afraid of the countless lonely souls on the road to the underworld. How am I supposed to find you in the vast netherworld?"
A plaintive voice echoed through the empty room. You Yueying's usually aloof expression was now completely lost, and the misty tears in her eyes turned her natural allure into a fragile, watery glow.
However, the next moment, she seemed to sense something, and the vulnerability she had shown quickly disappeared, her expression turning serious as she regained her extremely cold and arrogant demeanor:
"Sister, what brings you to my place today? Is it because something has come to a head regarding my affairs?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a figure slowly walked out of the void.
The newcomer was You Wanling, dressed in a moon-white brocade dress. As she moved, it seemed as if a river of stars flowed and shone with her steps, outlining her perfect waist and hip curves and her slender legs in a breathtaking way.
Her black hair was styled into an elegant updo, with a few wisps falling over her shoulders, which further accentuated her gentle and graceful appearance.
Unlike You Yueying's flamboyant beauty and arrogance, her beauty is like a fine vintage wine, imbued with the charm of countless years. The restrained pride flowing between her brows and eyes is a composure that encompasses the world.
She moved with graceful steps, her every gesture exuding elegance. As her wide sleeves swept across the air, subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy rippled through the void.
"What's the rush? I've never seen you so anxious before, Xiaoying."
Her voice was gentle and warm, carrying an undeniable composure. With a light wave of her hand, a jade slip floated in front of You Yueying:
"I've learned most of what you entrusted to me, but before that..."
As she spoke, her gaze swept over the mess on the floor, her brows furrowing slightly:
"You need to give me a plausible reason, and what about your little lover? You've been making excuses for so long, are you really unwilling to let your sister take a look?"
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