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The two survivors collapsed on a relatively flat patch of grass outside the cave entrance, like two dehydrated fish, their mouths agape, panting greedily.

The sunlight streamed down without obstruction, gently caressing them.

After a long while, Jiang Xiaochuan made the first move.

He struggled to his feet, wiped his face, and turned to look at Biyao, who was still lying beside him.

Biyao slowly sat up, her clothes already covered in mud and grass clippings, her hair disheveled, but her eyes shone brightly in the sunlight as she stared intently at him.

The two of them stared at each other silently for a moment. Neither of them spoke.

But then Biyao suddenly spoke very softly, "Xiao Chuan."

Jiang Xiaochuan paused for a moment, then hummed in response.

"Just now..." Biyao paused, shifting her gaze to the wild grass swaying gently in the breeze beside her, a faint, unnatural blush appearing on her cheeks in the sunlight, "...thank you."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the suspicious blush on her cheek and her slightly flickering eyes, and his heart suddenly stirred.

But he quickly suppressed that strange feeling, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and tried to smile, only to find that the muscles in his face were stiff.

He simply tilted his head back, looked up at the vast, clear blue sky above, and exhaled a long, slow breath.

The warm sunshine felt wonderful on my skin.

Jiang Xiaochuan lay down for a while and felt his stomach was a little empty.

He didn't touch the stored food in the storage space. Instead, he got up, dusted himself off, and said to Biyao, who was still sitting there, "Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat."

Biyao nodded, said nothing, and just looked at him.

Jiang Xiaochuan stretched his arms and legs, walked into the nearby woods, and soon returned carrying a plump gray wild rabbit.

He found a relatively flat spot on the edge of the grass, gathered some dry branches, and skillfully started a fire.

He then took out a small knife from his storage space and, using the flowing water from a nearby stream, skillfully skinned and cleaned the rabbit, skewered it on a sharpened branch, and slowly roasted it over a fire.

The grease dripped into the fire, making a soft sizzling sound and sending up plumes of smoke carrying a pleasant aroma.

The rabbit meat gradually turned golden yellow, the skin curled slightly, and a rich aroma of meat spread, mixed with the scent of burning grass and wood, wafting through the valley.

Biyao sat across the fire, hugging her knees, quietly watching him work. The firelight illuminated her dirty yet undeniably beautiful face and her calm eyes. She watched Jiang Xiaochuan intently flipping the roasting meat, his profile—slightly outlined by the firelight—looking thin yet sharply defined, and his hands—dull and nimble despite being covered in ash.

She looked down at the fragrant, steaming rabbit meat in her hand and suddenly felt a loss of appetite. But she still ate it in small bites. The meat was roasted to a perfect crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, with a just-right balance of saltiness and aroma. But she didn't find it particularly delicious.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Xiaochuan extinguished the fire and carefully cleaned up the traces. Then he walked to a sunny patch of grass, lay down, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. The warm sunshine felt wonderful on his skin. Even the chill in his bones seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

Soon, he felt a weight fall on him as a soft, warm body lay down next to him, then reached out and wrapped its arms around his waist, resting its face against his cool shoulder.

Jiang Xiaochuan stiffened, his eyes still closed, and he mumbled, "Hey, are you lusting after my body?"

Biyao didn't refute, but instead gave a muffled "Mmm," her voice carrying a hint of self-righteousness: "I just want your body. What, is that a problem?"

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent. He could feel the warmth and softness of her body, and smell the faint scent of dust and grass in her hair. He swallowed, but said nothing.

After a long while, he spoke again, his voice soft, tinged with weariness, and with something else entirely:

"Let's just treat what happened in the Blood-Dripping Cave as a dream. Once we wake up, we'll forget about it."

Biyao tightened her arms around his waist. She didn't look up, her voice coming from the crook of his shoulder, a little muffled, yet exceptionally clear: "Why?"

"...Good and evil cannot coexist." Jiang Xiaochuan said, repeating the same words, but this time, his voice lacked strength.

"Then who told me," Biyao raised her head, looking at his tightly closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, "'Whatever the world says about the two factions of good and evil, I will never let go of your hand'?"

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, and frowned: "Those are lyrics! Those are lyrics!"

"I don't care." Biyao stared into his eyes, enunciating each word clearly, "Anyway, you're talking to me."

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent again. He looked at Biyao's face so close to his, at the stubborn, unwavering light in her eyes, and suddenly felt a wave of powerlessness wash over him. He turned his face away, closed his eyes again, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Let me rest for a while."

Biyao looked at him for a while, then remained silent, neither speaking nor letting go. But then she seemed to realize something, her eyes flickered, and she slowly loosened her arms around him, though she still lay close to him.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt the restraints around his waist loosen, but instead of feeling relieved, he felt even heavier. Exhaustion washed over him, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Once his breathing became even and deep, and he fell into a deep sleep, Biyao quietly reached out and wrapped her arms around his cold waist again, pressed her face against his neck, and closed her eyes as well.

The sun was warm, the grass was soft, and birds chirped in the distance. The two slept nestled together, like the most ordinary couple in the world.

……

About two or three hours later, Jiang Xiaochuan woke up first.

The moment he regained consciousness, he felt a soft touch in his arms and arms wrapped around his waist.

He didn't move or open his eyes, but let out a long, silent sigh.

I'm really... at my wit's end.

After lying there for a while, he gently removed Biyao's hands from around his waist, sat up, and Biyao woke up as well, sitting up as well and silently watching him.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood up, brushed the grass clippings off his clothes, didn't look at her, and gazed at the rolling mountains to the east. His voice was calm and uneventful:

Let's part ways here.

Biyao's body trembled almost imperceptibly, but she didn't say anything.

"From now on, you are the young sect leader of the Ghost King Sect, and I am a disciple of Qingyun. If we meet again, I will show no mercy."

After saying that, he waited for a while, but received no response. He then turned around and looked at Biyao.

Biyao sat on the ground, looking up at him with a blank expression on her face, only her lips were tightly pursed. After a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice calm:

Where is my sorrowful flower?

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

With a thought, the pure white, beautiful flower of sorrow, exuding a faint, dreamlike fragrance, appeared in his palm. He walked back and handed the flower to her.

Biyao reached out and took it, her fingertips touching his cold palm. She paused slightly, then grasped the Heartbreak Flower, feeling that familiar aura return. Her spiritual energy also began to circulate rapidly, and the previous stagnation and weakness vanished.

She didn't speak, but just lowered her head, looking at the sad flower in her palm.

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at her, then turned and walked eastward.

As he walked, he thought to himself, "I'll go to Xiaochi Town first to see how Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan are doing. I need to deal with the matter of the Six-Tailed Fox and the Three-Tailed Fox, and I need to get my hands on the Xuanhuo Mirror."

Hopefully, that old charlatan Zhou Yixian will be reliable and not get himself into trouble. Judging by the time, Master and Mistress, along with Qi Hao and Lu Xueqi, should have already received the sect leader's orders to go to Liubo Mountain in the East Sea. The Demonic Sect has made quite a stir this time, and Qingyun Sect, as the leader of the righteous path, cannot sit idly by. After I obtain the Xuanhuo Mirror, I will go to Liubo Mountain to meet them. Lu Xueqi and the others... should all be there.

Thinking about it this way, although the road ahead is dangerous, it doesn't seem... so bad.

As he thought this, his steps seemed to quicken, but he didn't notice that Biyao had already stood up on the grass behind him. The Sorrowful Flower in her hand shone brightly with white light, and a rich and melancholic fragrance suddenly burst forth, like a tangible white mist. It was incredibly fast and caught up with him in an instant, enveloping him completely!