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"Enough!" Jiang Xiaochuan shouted suddenly, his face darkening.

He grabbed Lu Xueqi's wrist with one hand, pulled Xiao Yicai who had just walked over with the other, and turned to walk down the cliff.

"Walk!"

Lu Xueqi stumbled slightly as he pulled her, but she didn't resist or say anything. She just let him lead her step by step away from Black Wind Cliff. When they reached the edge of the cliff, she turned around and took one last look at Biyao.

That glance was devoid of any emotion, only a bottomless, deathly coldness.

Biyao stood there, watching the direction where the three had disappeared. The smile on her face gradually faded, until only a blank expression remained.

The sunlight shone brightly on her light green dress, yet she felt a chill run through her body. Youji walked to her side and gently placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Miss……"

"I'm fine, Aunt You," Biyao said softly, her voice a little hoarse. "Let's go back. Father's... it should start soon too."

……

The God-Slaying Spear carried the three of them, flying at a moderate speed. Jiang Xiaochuan stood at the front, controlling the direction, while Xiao Yicai sat behind, meditating with his eyes closed. Lu Xueqi stood in the middle, half a step away from Jiang Xiaochuan, her hand lightly supporting his waist, her fingertips icy cold and without any strength.

We traveled in silence, with only the wind whistling in our ears.

After flying for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xiao Yicai suddenly spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it broke the suffocating silence.

"Junior Brother Jiang," he said, "thank you for today's matter. As for your affair with that Ghost King Sect woman, I believe you had your reasons, so there's no need to elaborate."

Jiang Xiaochuan's throat tightened. He hadn't expected Xiao Yicai to bring it up so readily, and even say it like that. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, "Senior Brother Xiao, I..."

"No need to explain," Xiao Yicai interrupted him, his voice gentle yet firm.

"You risked your life to save me, and I'll remember that. As for the rest, that's your private matter. But..."

He paused, his voice lowering, tinged with apology: "That day at the edge of the Abyss of Death, I disguised myself as a disciple of the Blood Refining Hall and dealt with Junior Brother Faxiang and Junior Brother Li Xun on the other side. I failed to notice your peril in time, and I am truly ashamed. Fortunately, you were blessed with good fortune and returned safely, otherwise I..."

"Senior Brother Xiao, you're too kind," Jiang Xiaochuan quickly said. "The situation was chaotic at the time, so it's not your fault. Senior Sister Lu and I are both fine, and that's enough."

Xiao Yicai hummed in response and then fell silent.

Another silence fell, with only the cold, intense gaze fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan's back, making him feel like he was being pricked by thorns.

As they approached the main camp, they could see a group of people gathering in the distance. Jiang Xiaochuan lowered his altitude and landed in a secluded spot.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Tian Ling'er rushed over, her eyes red, and looked him up and down: "Xiao Chuan! Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Song Daren, He Dazhi, and others also gathered around, their faces showing relief and joy. Zhang Xiaofan stood behind the crowd, looking at him with a reassuring smile.

Tian Buyi and Su Ru walked over. Tian Buyi glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan, then at Lu Xueqi behind him, who was pale and silent, and Xiao Yicai, who was disheveled but breathing steadily. His fat face was expressionless, and he simply nodded: "It's good that you're back."

He looked at Xiao Yicai and said, "Yicai, you've worked hard. Are you alright?"

Xiao Yicai cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Tian. It's just a minor injury and some loss of spiritual energy. I'll be fine after a few days of recuperation."

Su Ru walked up to Jiang Xiaochuan, reached out to straighten his slightly disheveled clothes, her eyes gentle, and said softly, "It's good that you're alright. Go and rest first."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a warmth in his heart and nodded: "Yes, Master's wife, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was suddenly tightened.

It was Lu Xueqi. She had walked up to him at some point and grabbed his wrist.

Her hands were cold, but surprisingly strong, gripping him so tightly it hurt. She didn't look at anyone, just kept her head down and said in a flat voice, "Come with me."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Xiaochuan's reaction, she grabbed him and left.

Tian Ling'er sighed and tried to follow, but Su Ru gently pulled her back. Su Ru watched the two figures leave, then looked at her daughter's anxious and puzzled face, sighed in her heart, and gently shook her head.

Jiang Xiaochuan was pulled along by Lu Xueqi, and they walked silently to the seaside. It was a distance from the camp, with only jagged black reefs and ceaseless waves.

Lu Xueqi stopped and released his hand. She had her back to him, facing the gray sea. The sea breeze blew her moon-white Taoist robe and long, jet-black hair. Her back was straight, but she looked inexplicably frail.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood a step behind her, watching her back. The relief he had felt from successfully rescuing Xiao Yicai had vanished, replaced by a heavy, suffocating sense of oppression. He wanted to say something, but felt that anything he said would be inadequate.

After a long time, Lu Xueqi turned around.

Her face was expressionless, even calmer than usual, but her eyes were red. She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, her gaze falling on his face, and then slowly moving down to his lips.

She stared at it for a long time, so long that Jiang Xiaochuan felt the touch on his lips, which had long since disappeared, begin to burn again.

Then, she suddenly raised her hand and took out a plain white silk handkerchief from her sleeve.

The silk handkerchief was clean and carried her cool, light fragrance. She raised her hand and, with a corner of the handkerchief, very lightly, slowly, but firmly, wiped Jiang Xiaochuan's lips.

She wiped it from left to right, then wiped it again, as if trying to erase some non-existent trace that she found unbearable.

Jiang Xiaochuan froze, not moving, letting her wipe him.

After wiping, Lu Xueqi withdrew her hand and looked at the very faint, almost invisible pink trace of Biyao's lip rouge on the snow-white handkerchief. She stared at that pink spot for a few seconds, then tightened her fingers and clenched the handkerchief tightly into her palm.

"You..." Jiang Xiaochuan's throat went dry, but he finally found his voice, "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

Lu Xueqi raised her eyes and looked at him. Her gaze was calm, so calm that it made one's heart race.

"I believe you," she said, her voice a little hoarse but clear. "I believe you have your reasons, I believe you didn't do it willingly."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt relieved and was about to say "thank you" when he heard her next sentence.

"But there's something I want to ask you." Lu Xueqi looked at him and asked slowly and clearly, word by word, as if confirming something of utmost importance.

"You and she slept together?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went blank for a moment, as if he hadn't heard clearly, or as if he had heard clearly but couldn't understand.

He stared blankly at Lu Xueqi, at her unusually calm face, and at the unfathomable darkness in her eyes.

"What...what did you say?" he stammered, his voice trembling.

Lu Xueqi didn't repeat herself, but just looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer. The sea breeze blew by, lifting a strand of hair from her cheek and brushing against her pale face.

Jiang Xiaochuan finally realized what was happening, his face flushed red, then quickly lost its color.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then felt it was absurd.

"No... Xueqi, what... what do you mean? I..."

"The literal meaning." Lu Xueqi interrupted him, her voice still calm, but Jiang Xiaochuan could hear a slight, suppressed tremor.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, at those clear, bright eyes that now seemed to be veiled by a layer of icy mist, and suddenly understood something.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and forced himself to answer in the clearest and most direct way.