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After flying for two or three days, the outline of an island slowly emerged from the mist.

Liubo Mountain.

With Jiang Xiaochuan in her arms, Youji flew straight toward the north of the island.

She found a cave partially hidden by several huge rocks and went inside.

The cave was shallow, damp, and had a strong smell of sea and mold; the light was dim.

With a flick of her wrist, Youji sent out the black rope again, binding Jiang Xiaochuan tightly to a rough stalagmite inside the cave. This time, the binding was more elaborate, allowing him to sit up but restricting his movement of hands and feet.

Biyao stood at the cave entrance, looking at Jiang Xiaochuan who was bound in the shadows. She bit her lip, and the anger she had shown on the island a few days ago was gone from her face. Only a deep sense of reluctance and unease remained.

"Yao'er," Youji whispered, "the sect leader is still waiting for you."

Biyao hummed in agreement, but didn't move. She walked up to Jiang Xiaochuan, squatted down, and looked at him. Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her too, without saying a word.

"I...I'll be right back," Biyao said softly. "You...you stay put."

Jiang Xiaochuan twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't respond.

Biyao reached out her hand, seemingly wanting to touch his face, but then withdrew it halfway up.

She stood up, gave him one last deep look, turned and strode quickly out of the cave. Her light green figure soon disappeared into the dappled light at the cave entrance.

Only Jiang Xiaochuan and You Ji, who stood quietly at the cave entrance, remained inside.

For a moment, the only sound was the slow dripping of water from the cave ceiling, patter, patter.

After a while, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly spoke, his voice sounding somewhat abrupt in the empty cave: "Senior Youji, what are you trying to gain by holding a mere ordinary Qingyun disciple at the fourth level of the Jade Purity Realm? Why not release me and everyone can have some peace and quiet?"

Yu Ji turned around, her gaze from behind the black veil falling on him. "Let you go back?"

Her voice remained calm, yet carried an unyielding tone, "You know the first volume of the Blood-Dripping Cave Heavenly Book, that's one thing. Your aptitude and talent are exceptional, yet your cultivation is not apparent, there must be a secret, that's another. Most importantly, Yao'er... has feelings for you."

Jiang Xiaochuan remained silent for a moment; he neither refuted nor admitted it.

In fact, shortly after entering the cave, a faint, familiar pull came from the depths of his left chest, beneath the cold, lifeless void. It was very faint, but it was definitely there, coming from the south.

Lu Xueqi carried the God-Slaying Spear with her; the people of Qingyun Sect in the south were all in the south.

His mind raced, but a troubled expression appeared on his face: "Then... how am I supposed to eat, drink, and relieve myself now that I'm tied up like this? I can't just keep holding it in, can I?"

You Ji said, "I'm here."

A suspicious blush rose to Jiang Xiaochuan's face, whether genuine or not, it was hard to tell: "Men and women should be different... This, this isn't appropriate, isn't it, Senior Youji?"

Youji looked at him quietly: "Last time at the inn, you used the excuse of going to the toilet to escape through the window."

"Well, they didn't escape, did they?" Jiang Xiaochuan muttered, then looked up at You Ji.

The cave was dimly lit, but her tall figure and the black dress that accentuated her stunning curves, along with the veil covering her face, added to her mystery.

He suddenly grew bolder, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Senior Youji, why are you staring at me like that... do you like me?"

Yu Ji's figure seemed to freeze for a moment.

Jiang Xiaochuan continued, his tone deliberately flippant: "However... unless you let me see what you look like under your veil first. Besides, how old are you this year? I see you have a great figure, but your age... I'm afraid you must be several hundred years old, right? Oh dear, the age difference is a bit too big, I..."

"Shut up." Yu Ji's voice suddenly turned cold, as if it had solidified into ice shards.

She has lived for hundreds of years, weathered many storms, and led the Ghost King Sect. When has anyone ever made such a frivolous joke about her age and appearance?

But this kid in front of her is someone she can neither hit nor kill; he's the apple of Biyao's eye.

A surge of resentment welled up in her chest, which she could only suppress and choose to remain silent. But her gaze was so cold it could freeze a person to death.

Seeing her gloomy face and the cold glint in her eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan felt his mischievous thoughts grow stronger.

His smile widened, and suddenly, with a burst of strength in his waist and abdomen, his bound body leaned forward with an uncanny flexibility. At the same time, he pushed off with his feet, "sliding" towards You Ji.

The distance instantly shrank.

Youji was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to be able to move so flexibly even while bound.

In that instant of surprise, Jiang Xiaochuan's face was already close to hers, so close that he could see the very fine weave of her black veil and her deep, dark eyes, which were slightly enlarged due to astonishment.

He didn't stop.

He stood on tiptoe, tilted his head back, and pressed his lips directly against the black veil on her face.

This time, however, it wasn't a feigned kiss; his teeth precisely bit the edge of the black veil and yanked it open!

The thin gauze scarf fell with a sound, like a black butterfly wing, drifting gracefully to the ground.

Yu Ji froze.

Beneath the veil lies a face that could eclipse the heavens and earth.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, her skin was as white as snow, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were slightly pursed, exuding a cold and majestic aura.

Time seemed to have left no trace on her face, only in her deep eyes, where a trace of vicissitudes was hidden that was hard for others to detect.

Jiang Xiaochuan stared blankly at that face, then exclaimed in surprise, "She truly is an absolute beauty!"

This exclamation was like a pebble thrown into still water, creating ripples.

Youji was stunned.

She looked at the boy before her, bound and disheveled, yet his eyes were clear and bold, filled with undisguised amazement and admiration. His gaze was so pure that there was not a trace of evil in it, only pure astonishment.

In a daze, she remembered many, many years ago.

In the desolate temple, the man in snow-white robes, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, also lifted her veil and laughed loudly, "Truly a peerless beauty!"

Same words and phrases, same tone.

The man's laughter carried an air of domineering arrogance, while the boy's exclamation revealed the impetuousness and sincerity of a newborn calf.

The two images overlapped in her mind, and Youji's heart suddenly skipped a beat. The stagnant water that had not been disturbed for hundreds of years was stirred by the same words, creating a barely perceptible ripple.

A blush crept silently onto her cheeks.

It wasn't the shyness of a young girl in love, but a complex emotion that even she herself couldn't quite explain.

Is it a hazy recollection of the past?

Is it anger after being offended?

Or... this audacious young man before her, just like that person back then, unexpectedly broke through her carefully constructed defenses.

she does not know.

All she knew was that her face was burning hot.

Is this burning heat due to the long-gone white-clad figure, or to Jiang Xiaochuan, who is right next to him, staring blankly at him...?

She dared not think too deeply about it.

"What are you doing?!"