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The cold breeze whistled, and the boundless moonlight lingered; time on the cliff seemed to drag on for years—at least that's what Hua Baijing thought.
To think that she, the unrivaled Flower King among the rapists, renowned for her unconventional beauty and strength, had twice failed to subdue a beauty in male disguise. She did feel defeated, and if her target were to be driven to cliff-jumping suicide, her reputation would be ruined—after all, her previous pursuits had always ended with willing surrender.
Hua Baijing decided to retreat a step or two, to set an ambush a little further down... but before she could speak out, she and Qin Yu sensed someone approaching from below.
Who it was mattered greatly.
Her first thought was that it was reinforcements summoned by the fleeing Shangwen Lingyun, certainly masters from Shangwen Yazhi's side. Just thinking of Shangwen Yazhi made Hua Baijing's expression darken.
