Hou Mingyue stirred from his daze, catching whispers that seemed to drift from the very air. His eyes followed Naihua's swift movement—she darted toward the staircase, intent on descending.
"Don't run," Hou Mingyue called after her, concern lacing his voice. "You'll sprain your leg."
But Naihua, stubborn and unyielding, paid no heed to this good-for-nothing, shameless immortal. To her, he was nothing more than a relentless flirt, ignorant of anything beyond his own desires.
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…
In a dark, rocky cave on Mystery Island, two figures moved with deliberate steps. The ground beneath their feet cracked under pressure, and the rustling of petals mingled with the cold wind seeping through the crevices.
The figures were none other than Ah Xian and Yun Ling.
Yun Ling's bright eyes scanned the shadows, searching for her son—the one she hadn't seen in eons.
