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Chapter 98 A Touch of Spring Between the Eyebrows
Frost Plains Tribe.

Although the mudslide has subsided, there is still mud everywhere, and the village is in a state of chaos.

"Alan, what...what did you say? You're leaving?"

Gemaru held Qinglan's arm tightly, his rough knuckles turning white, his face full of panic.

She cried out, "Alan, you finally recovered, and Fuying has broken the bond. Jia won't despise you for being an abandoned male. Why don't we live together in the tribe, just like before? Why did you have to leave?"

Gemaru's tears rolled down his cheeks, and his voice trembled.

Qinglan stood still like a snow-covered pine, raindrops sliding down his prominent brow bone and forming silver lines on his thin jaw.

His long, flaxen hair was clean and tidy, without a single bone ornament.

He turned to look at the rain, his gray-brown eyes crystal clear. As he reached out and brushed against Gemaru's hand, he revealed the pale blue veins on his wrist. His voice was clear and ethereal: "Mother, I'm going to find her."

"Alan...she's dead! Dead!" Gemaru refused to let go, his nails almost digging into his flesh, his voice choked with sobs: "Didn't Fuying say? You two are even!"

Qinglan suddenly flew into a rage, her gray-brown eyes flashing with ferocity: "Who wants to settle things with her?!"

“She’s still alive, I need to find her! I need to ask her why she didn’t…” His voice trailed off, Qinglan’s Adam’s apple bobbing violently. The next instant, he shook off Gemaru’s hand, turned and disappeared into the rain.

Although the last note abruptly stopped, a panting sound like that of a trapped beast escaped from his throat.

Why? Why did she suddenly stop wanting him?

Since they repeatedly disregarded his wishes and risked their lives to pull him back from the abyss, how could they so easily sever all ties?
She broke off the contract so decisively, and didn't want him anymore.

"Brother Qinglan!" Jia took two steps after him, her voice choked with sobs in the downpour: "I'm sorry, if it weren't for saving me, Fuying wouldn't be angry, and you wouldn't... break the contract. I'm sorry."

Qinglan paused slightly, but did not turn around. His clear and ethereal voice came from behind him: "Jia, it's not your fault. No matter who was about to be swallowed by the mud, I would have saved them. You are one of my people."

Qinglan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes wet with rain: "I don't regret saving you."

His knuckles tightened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "But I should have made things clear to her sooner."

"I am not a qualified male."

Hearing Qinglan's self-deprecating words, Jia's tears fell in torrents, overwhelmed with grief. In truth, she knew better than anyone that from the day Prince Qinglan and Fuying became sworn brothers, their relationship was doomed to fail.

"Gaga, the food she left behind is enough for the tribe to get through the rainy season safely."

"Take care of yourselves."

Qinglan turned and strode into the rain, the downpour blurring his departing figure into a hazy trail.

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Fu Ying followed two orcs through the humus-filled swamp to the gathering place of wandering orcs.

Despite being called a gathering place for wandering orcs, this is actually a gray area marked out by the Black Crocodile Orcs within their own territory. From afar, you can see crocodile skins hanging on the jagged, bony trees, emitting a foul stench.

Lingnan walked ahead and whispered, "Witch, if we want to stay here, we have to offer tribute to the Black Crocodile Tribe every day. Either we have a herbivorous beast every day, or we have to give them a three-star patterned beast core."

At this point, both Lingnan and the young orc behind him showed bitterness on their faces.

Deep within the swamp, the occasional dull thud of a crocodile's tail slapping the mud creates an invisible pressure.

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow, surprised that even in this backward orc continent, there was such a thing as "protection fees".

“My lady, we’ve arrived. Look…we…” Lingnan rubbed his hands nervously, his eyes scanning the surroundings uneasily. If such a large prey were spotted, they would be in danger today.

Black Crocodile Swamp has always been a place that devours people without spitting out their bones.

Fu Ying, however, was not in a hurry and asked, "How long have you been staying in the gathering place of wandering orcs?"

Lingnan was taken aback, but dared not hide it, and hurriedly said, "We came during the rainy season!"

After pondering for a while, Fu Ying hesitated and asked, "Then, have you seen a... a somewhat delirious orc here?"

She didn't know how to describe Luo Heng for a moment. In the original owner's last memory, Luo Heng had indeed gone mad and was not mentally sound. She had ended up here and no one knew what she was like now.

Upon hearing this, Lingnan breathed a sigh of relief and grinned, "A not-so-sane orc? Heh, there are plenty of crazy orcs who come to Black Crocodile Swamp to settle down!" He coughed lightly and lowered his voice, "Just yesterday, there was a crazy female who couldn't afford the offerings. She was still laughing when the Black Crocodile orcs dragged her into the swamp!"

He paused, his brow furrowed.

If Luo Heng wasn't in a daze, how could she possibly hunt herbivores and obtain their cores?

It would be normal for other mad beasts, since hunting is a beastly instinct, but for Luo Heng, who feeds on the moon and never hunts, he would not hunt instinctively if he were not in his right mind.

What is his current state?
Fuying frowned, clearly in a bad mood, and Lingnan immediately dared not say anything out of turn.

“You’re familiar with this place. Find me someone, and I’ll give you more prey afterward.” Fu Ying glanced at the two men, her eyes gleaming with a cold light, her tone leaving no room for doubt: “This is the deposit.”

As he spoke, he tossed two beast cores with five-pointed star patterns to Lingnan.

The welt pattern cannot pinpoint the exact location; it only provides a vague, approximate area.

This Black Crocodile Swamp looks quite large; finding someone here won't be easy.

Lingnan, her hands trembling, held the two beast cores and nodded hurriedly, "Please give your orders, Your Highness!"

He hunched over, his voice low: "I just don't know, besides... what else is the person the priestess is looking for? For example, what race of beastman is he? Or what is he wearing..."

Fu Ying pondered for a moment: "He is... very unique in appearance, not just ordinary good-looking."

Upon hearing this, Lingnan's lips twitched. What kind of characteristic is this?

"Long purple hair, with a touch of spring between his brows." Fu Ying frowned, thought for a moment, and then added a few more words: "You don't understand spring, right? It's the kind of beauty that's very charming and delicate. Most importantly, he has a very pleasant floral fragrance that you can't forget."

Fallen lotus leaves are naturally beautiful.

Throughout history, plants and trees that have become spirits possess three parts spiritual charm and seven parts pure air; how could they not be beautiful?
After listening to Fuying's description, Lingnan fell into deep thought. Why did this description seem so familiar?

At that moment, the young orc carrying the prey behind him gasped, "Hiss—"

"You know?!" Fu Ying's eyes flickered as she stared at the young orc.

Lingnan was also puzzled and turned to look at his younger brother: "You know?"

The young orc's face was deathly pale, his Adam's apple bobbing as he slammed the prey on his shoulder to the ground with a thud. He desperately tried to signal to Lingnan with his eyes, urging him to look in that direction.

Fu Ying suddenly turned around and looked into the depths of the Black Crocodile Swamp.

Over there, a wisp of rosy cloud rose from the horizon, seemingly enveloping the entire stinking swamp in a layer of golden light.

As the light shifted, a strange floral fragrance suddenly wafted through the air.

The fragrance was extremely soft and cool, like a night-blooming cereus bathed in moonlight and frost, gently brushing past the tip of the nose.

Lingnan staggered back two steps, forcing out a hoarse voice: "Priest—"

He finally understood why it sounded so familiar; wasn't this referring to the high priest of the Black Crocodile Swamp?

Long purple hair, charming, and fragrant—she fits the bill perfectly, except for the "delicate" part!

Lingnan's Adam's apple bobbed, and she trembled as she said, "Witch, are you... are you sure... that she's weak?"

The high priest of Black Crocodile Swamp—that's a figure who stands atop orc corpses!

Fu Ying didn't speak, but just gazed at the glow of the sunset deep in the swamp.

Amidst the swirling mist, a slender figure could be vaguely seen standing on the swamp, his long, curly purple hair cascading down like clouds, making him seem to blend seamlessly with the rosy light.

The stagnant, foul-smelling water rippled outwards, as if cheering for him.

Three chapters!
These three chapters of mine are of high quality, over seven thousand words long!!

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