Chapter 295

On the quiet peak, clouds wreathed the summit, yet not a single birdcall or cicada song could be heard from the ravine—time itself seemed to have frozen.

The only figure still moving sat quietly on the open ground before the Daoist temple, surrounded by glimmering starlight.

The stars above seemed linked to him, their bright moonlight spilling freely over his blue robe.

Thus, countless hours passed, the entwined starlight growing denser in the air.

Zhi Lan looked at Ye Qingqing; sometimes she even envied such sibling affection! Too bad she had no older brother.

Prince Ning's strength was limited; if things continued like this, he wouldn't last long—and the outcome was already decided.

As the man lunged forward, the iron chains behind him clattered loudly; halfway through his lunge, he stopped. His hands and feet were bound in chains—he could only move within this small area, which explained why he never strayed beyond it.

"Why am I wet? Why are you all holding me like this?" I noticed my body was soaked, as if I'd been submerged in water, and the cold wind sent a chill through me.

"Xie Shi! What are you doing?" The Empress Dowager was too late to stop it, but that didn't stop her anger from surging—her long-suppressed fury erupted into a raging inferno.

So he'd always assumed Jun Huang had abandoned him because he thought his legs would never heal; this time, when he begged for medicine, Jun Huang invoked her status as Princess of Daliang and tried to bully him into giving it—but the man refused her regardless of threats, intimidation, or desperate pleading.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in, and the figure at the door vanished as if by magic; Feng Yi saw a flash—and the person was already inside, seated calmly on the chair.

He merely gave a slight nod; in Mo Zun's eyes, those without status or standing rarely merited his attention.

"You think he'd lend you Yuehua Sword before? And only charge you twenty coins?" The handsome man looked utterly unconvinced.

Shen Tingchuan watched Ya Li's cold back, sighing helplessly. Forget it. He'd save his words for next time.

If it truly started, his studies would suffer. That wasn't what he wanted—and certainly not what Mu Guihe wanted.

Precisely because of this, many had been silently stabbed from behind, their throats slit.

The great monk, hearing Wang Yuetian speak thus, assumed Wang still clung to thoughts of his benefactor, and felt even more convinced that Wang not only possessed innate Buddhist roots but also deep loyalty and righteousness. His fondness for Wang Yuetian rose once again.

"When did you…" Shen Nuo traced the grotesque wound on his chest, confirming it was real; her almond eyes widened, her cherry-red lips slightly parted.

Everyone looked up together and saw a graceful figure walking against the light, flanked by bodyguards on both sides; she wore a long overcoat, and the brilliant radiance behind her seemed to spread like a vast pair of wings.

Since then, Lu Ming began calling Qin Yixiao "Big Brother." Later, when teasing, he'd call him "Big Boss Qin," but when speaking seriously, he always called him "Big Brother."

Ye Zinian found no one to consult; everyone here was outdoors, and to maintain safety, they were all kept close together.

Li Mingran, for reasons unknown, did not act rashly, merely maintaining his sword stance. From his posture, he seemed not only wary of the bloodstained cultivator but also on guard against Mo Jingyun and his two companions.

This was also why he repeatedly replaced people—yet allowed the original's inner circle to keep rotating new faces; he likely believed this game could continue indefinitely, unspoken but understood—until Chu Chan arrived.

Xiao Yi had never seen Mu Ran sing before; immersed in the music, Mu Ran was as serene and graceful as the bright moon, her melodious voice making her seem like a fairy-tale princess—beautiful to behold, yet never inviting desecration.