Even if she ignored her ridiculous feelings, she was able to have a new life because of Jiang Zhige's rescue. How could she ask Jiang Zhige to apologize to her?

"Don't let yourself get ahead of yourself anymore, understand?"

Jiang Zhige took the amulet from Qi Muyao's hand and healed her hand injury at the same time.

Since Qi Muyao was unwilling to listen to advice, he could only give her some appropriate advice.

"Brother Chuan."

A warm current flowed through Qi Muyao's heart, and the tears that she had held back before almost flowed out again.

"I like the amulet very much. I believe it will also keep me safe."

Jiang Zhige hung the amulet around his waist and reached out to touch Qi Muyao's head.

Qi Muyao's face flushed, and she lowered her head, not daring to respond.

When the hand left her head, she finally mustered up some courage. Just as she was about to say something, she heard the sound of footsteps going away.

Now Jiang Zhige's mind is full of Mo Ziyan's affairs. He is really not in the mood to chat. He just wants to stay in the room and be quiet.

There was a hint of loneliness in Qi Muyao's eyes, but she did not say anything to keep him.

After not seeing each other for a while, she missed him day and night and had a lot to say to Jiang Zhige.

Now that Jiang Zhige has returned, Qi Muyao realizes that she can stay here because of Ning Qiu Shui's charity. How can she have the right to be alone with Jiang Zhige with more emotions?

She could only wait until Jiang Zhige took the initiative to pay attention to her.

Seven days later, a beautiful figure appeared again in the unremarkable forest.

Inside the pavilion, Ning Qiu Shui was startled for a moment, then he sighed helplessly.

Qi Muyao, who was listening to her sermon, was also stunned and didn't understand what was going on.

Mo Ziyan had tears in her eyes. Without saying a word, she knelt in front of Jiang Zhige's wooden house.

Jiang Zhige did not respond either, and seemed to be in a state of seclusion.

"Sister Qiushui, what happened?"

"Ayao, we may not see him for a while."

Qi Muyao tilted her head when she heard that, still confused.

Several months passed in a flash, and she gradually understood what Ning Qiu Shui meant.

Ever since the sister called Mo Ziyan by Ning Qiu Shui came, Jiang Zhige has been secluded in his house for several months without leaving.

Ning Qiu Shui understood the love-hate relationship between the two, so he did not disturb Mo Ziyan or Jiang Zhige.

Even Qi Muyao could sense that there was a reason for this. She didn't dare to disturb him, and could only, like Mo Ziyan, suppress her longing and look through the wooden wall every day hoping that Jiang Zhige would come out.

However, as time passed, a full year passed and Jiang Zhige still did not show up.

Mo Ziyan also let the wind and rain blow against her, just like when she knelt outside the Yangxin Palace and in front of Jiang Zhige's door for a whole year without moving.

The sun and the moon alternate, and spring and autumn come and go.

Mo Ziyan's shoulders were covered with snow and her knees were buried in weeds, but she never moved a step.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed.

Ning Qiu Shui, who was really sympathetic, came over to persuade Mo Zi Yan, but Mo Zi Yan remained indifferent.

Qi Muyao, who couldn't bear it, brought the food, but Mo Ziyan refused to eat a single grain of rice or water.

During this period, Lu Tianjiao brought Xiao Ling to Jiang Zhige for a drink, and felt distressed when he saw Mo Ziyan kneeling in front of his door.

Unfortunately, neither the sect elder Lu Tianjiao nor the old friend Xiao Ling could shake Mo Ziyan in the slightest.

Time flies, and ten years have passed.

Mo Ziyan was still kneeling outside the wooden house. If Qi Muyao hadn't come to take care of it often, she might have been covered by weeds long ago.

For ten whole years, Jiang Zhige never responded at all. If they hadn't been able to sense his aura, Qi Muyao and Ning Qiu Shui would have even suspected that he was not in the cabin at all.

Could it be that Jiang Zhige was really in seclusion? Did he not know about Mo Ziyan's arrival?

Of course not. As early as when he was recognized, he knew that Mo Ziyan would come to find him.

Jiang Zhige chose to stay in seclusion just to avoid Mo Ziyan and to make Mo Ziyan give up in this way.

His heart was not as hard as iron. On the contrary, he felt sorry for Mo Ziyan more than anyone else.

Even for a strong man at the peak of the Profound Realm, kneeling for ten years without getting up is a torture. However, Mo Ziyan did not move at all for ten years, just to pray for Jiang Zhige's forgiveness.

If it were Nangong Rou and Su Qingqiu, even if they wanted to reconcile with Jiang Zhige, they would never think of seeking forgiveness in such a humble and ridiculous way.

Is it destined that Mo Ziyan, who has the most humble feelings and the most resolute character, should feel more indifference from Jiang Zhige in this way? No, in terms of deep feelings, she is not inferior to anyone.

Including Qi Muyao, Ning Qiu Shui, Nangong Rou, and Su Qingqiu, who has been with Jiang Zhige for three lifetimes.

Unfortunately, after being trapped in the Sky Chain, Jiang Zhige was no longer Jiang Zhige. He was destined to be unable to accept Mo Ziyan's feelings, so he was not qualified to forgive her at all.

The most determined Mo Ziyan will only make Jiang Zhige feel the most distressed.

Light and shadow pass by quickly, evening goes and morning comes.

This kneeling lasted for thirty years.

One day, the wooden door that had been sealed for a long time finally made the sound of being pushed open.

Mo Ziyan's wooden expression suddenly shook, and he quickly looked up at the person who came.

That was the man she had been thinking about for thirty years. He was dressed in black clothes just like he was back then, with an extraordinarily handsome face and a bit of coldness that kept strangers away.

Jiang Zhige had a blank expression on his face and walked straight towards Mo Ziyan.

"Master. Master."

Mo Ziyan's eyes were filled with tears and she was so excited that she couldn't think.

Hearing the noise, Qi Muyao and Ning Qiu Shui also walked out of the pavilion.

"Sister Qiushui, has Brother Chuan come out of confinement?"

Because of practicing with Ning Qiu Shui, Qi Muyao, who has reached the Yuanhai realm, still looks like the girl she did back then.

“Yes, he’s out.”

Ning Qiu Shui seemed a little calmer, but besides expressing his feelings, he also felt a little resentful.

Jiang Zhige had been in seclusion for thirty years, Mo Ziyan had been waiting for thirty years, and they had also been waiting for thirty years.

Just when Mo Ziyan thought she was going to get a hug, Jiang Zhige walked past her with a calm expression, ignoring her presence.

Mo Ziyan was stunned for a moment, her mind went blank.

After thirty years of waiting, she no longer had the energy to beg for forgiveness.

Mo Ziyan collapsed once again. She fell to the ground, unable to support herself. She buried her head and cried heart-wrenchingly.

Could it be that in this life, she would always be separated from Jiang Zhige by a wall, unable to reach his world?

Ning Qiushui looked at him with a complicated expression, and sighed sadly, "Junior brother, you are still as heartless and disloyal as ever."

After thirty years of hard work, he fell from the sky into the abyss in the blink of an eye.

Although knowing that Jiang Zhige is still alive is more important than anything else, Jiang Zhige's indifference towards Mo Ziyan is like torturing Mo Ziyan over and over again.

When he turned his back to the three women, Jiang Zhige's face was as pale as paper, and his clenched fingers had pierced his palms, and blood oozed out.