Mo Lin had wronged her, but he had also saved her life. Though his previous "offense" had been the root cause, his acts of "blocking the blade" and "transferring power" had objectively saved her life. Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace taught Supreme Forgetfulness, but it also taught clarity of heart and settling debts of gratitude and resentment. A debt of gratitude had to be repaid eventually.
"Fine." Ling Qingzhu let out a soft breath, her gaze returning to its icy calm. "I'll save you once and repay the debt for blocking that blade. From this day onward, we're even. If you dare harbor even the slightest improper intent again, I will take your life."
She made her decision. She would save him, then leave. From then on, they would be strangers, their lives and deaths unrelated.
Ling Qingzhu stepped forward toward Mo Lin, who lay on the ground. She planned to use her meager Supreme Power to try to dispel the effects of the pink mist within him and wake him up, then leave immediately. Whether he lived or died after waking had nothing to do with her.
However, just as she reached Mo Lin's side, bent down, and prepared to press her hand to his forehead and inject a thread of Supreme Power to disperse the illusions—
A sudden change occurred!
Mo Lin, who had been "unconscious" on the ground, seemed to sense her approach and presence within the illusion, and his body suddenly trembled!
Then, within that intensely erotic "spring dream" created by the pink mist, filled with countless illusions of beautiful women,
A sensation—utterly real, utterly warm, utterly soft, carrying a strange icy fragrance and a faint body scent—
Like the only light in darkness, like the only spring in a desert, instantly drew all of his instinctive