"Senior Brother, don’t do this... we’re still outside."
"Inside the house... it’s okay..."
That pair of cool and indifferent eyes had long become hazy, no longer resembling the visage of the Cloud Sea Fairy.
The tall horse galloped swiftly, gradually leaving Wu City’s territory behind. The scenery changed before them, becoming increasingly lush and green.
In the breezy spring air, boats crisscrossed the river, willow branches swayed on the banks, and orioles sang among the verdant grass.
Such a scene was exactly how Su Bei imagined Jiangnan.
The woman in his arms was soft, like water. Su Bei didn’t deny his shallowness; he had indeed been moved by her. And at first, it wasn’t because of anything else, but solely because of her looks. A woman could be so beautiful that her identity and inner brilliance became inconsequential.
He released the reins, allowing the horse to run freely. Then, his large hand grabbed her, and he bent down to seal Dan Wulan’s vermilion lips, turning all her unfinished words into an indistinct whimper.
His left hand gently (...), caressing (...), extending...
...shaping into any form at will.
Bright sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting speckled light on the woman’s exquisite clothes and her stunning face.
Amidst the tall, silent grass, only birds chirped and mountain springs went DING-DONG. The only sound to break this deeper tranquility was the CLIP-CLOP of horse hooves.
Those sounds drew closer and then faded away.
Su Bei released her crimson lips, then moved lower to kiss her fair neck.
Her long, snow-white neck had already been marked by him with hickeys. Dan Wulan let out a soft moan, extending her delicate jade hand to cover her lips as she bit her index finger.
Her embroidered shoes had been removed by Su Bei at some unknown point, her feet now resting on top of his.
Sweat soaked through her purple long dress.
His kisses were always so gentle, carrying a strange sensation that intoxicated her before she even realized it.
Su Bei was thrown into turmoil by her seemingly coy yet inviting teasing.
He longed to devour her completely. However, for her sake, he needed her to open her heart to him fully and willingly.
Looking into her hazy eyes, he sighed inwardly.
Why am I becoming more and more... like King Zhou?
He tried his best to calm his inner turmoil, to stop thinking about these matters.
Dan Wulan felt something amiss with her body. In this desolate wilderness, does he really intend to take advantage of me ?!
"Be careful on your trip to South Wind."
The horse lifted its hooves. Dan Wulan cast aside myriad thoughts as one jade foot rested in Su Bei’s palm. Feeling a faint itch from beneath, her translucent toes curled slightly. Her rosebud lips parted as she watched Su Bei’s serious expression.
Her eyes shone like the spring waters of March, emotions within them hard to conceal.
"Just recuperate well at the Sword Sect, and remember not to engage in combat anymore..."
Dan Wulan nodded slightly, indicating her agreement.
Su Bei breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. Thankfully, she wasn’t as troublesome as my unruly disciple, clamoring to join me.
A breeze passed, and a small pond sparkled under the daylight with rippling reflections.
Returning to his senses, Su Bei realized that, unknowingly, they had traveled quite a distance from Wu City.
"It looks so quaint!"
Su Bei sighed wistfully. Seeing that the day was getting late, he turned the horse around, preparing to head back towards Wu City.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, a white silk handkerchief drifted with the wind and landed on Su Bei’s cheek.
He could smell a familiar scent on it.
Su Bei picked up the white silk handkerchief, smiled at Dan Wulan, and said, "Is this a gift from the spring breeze?"
Then, their figures gradually disappeared between heaven and earth.
But he pondered inwardly, Strange, where have I smelled this scent before?
When Ji Nanjue walked out of the Sacred Sanctuary, the sky was faintly bright. Feeling an unusual stirring in her body, she activated her Spiritual Energy and flew towards Danzhu Gorge, as Key Smoke had directed.
The distance from Wu City was only a few hundred miles; for her, it would take less than two hours to reach that position.
The moon was bright and the stars sparse; the surroundings were enveloped in silence.
Ji Nanjue’s footsteps gradually halted, a hint of confusion in her eyes. It was quiet; everything around her seemed far too quiet. This was surely abnormal.
Am I being overly suspicious? This place is the Sacred Land; even if something strange were to happen, it wouldn’t be at this time, would it?
She took a deep breath, released her Divine Sense to explore her surroundings, carefully examining her intuitive premonitions.
"Am I just being paranoid?"
She shook her head. Though the world was vast, cultivators stronger than herself were indeed few and far between. Even if there were any conspiracies or tricks, they would hardly be a match for her. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽
It wasn’t long before Ji Nanjue arrived at Danzhu Gorge. Truth be told, finding an Immortal Fate Grass within the nearly thousand-mile expanse of the gorge was no easy task. While Immortal Fate Grass itself might be relatively common, locating an Immortal Fate Flower at the peak of its bloom was exceptionally challenging.
She raised her head, gazing at the sky that was gradually brightening, turning a pale shade of dawn.
Her figure then disappeared from this part of the world.
「In a dim cave outside Wu City.」