Great Joy, Great Sorrow?

Feng Qingyue leaned against the entrance of the grand hall, lightly biting her lip as she stared sorrowfully at the pair of figures rolling about in abandon within. Tears fell like pearls from a snapped string.

She had never imagined that after searching so desperately to get here, what she would see would be such a heartbreaking, utterly unexpected scene.

Until just before this, she had been madly attacking the seals on every hall door she passed—not to seek treasure, but to find Ye Zhen, to find the separated Ye Zhen sooner.

Now, she had found Ye Zhen, but what met her eyes was a sight too horrible to behold!

As Feng Qingyue watched the two people entwined in abandon within the hall, killing intent flashed around her. In that instant, she had the urge to rush forward and strike these two dead with a single slash.

All the tenderness they had once shared rose in her heart at once—drinking beneath the moon, soaring through the skies, passionate kisses beneath the lake—and the killing intent that had just emerged vanished like smoke and clouds.

"Why... Could it be merely because..." Feng Qingyue's expression became incomparably grief-stricken, and she nearly covered her face and fled.

Suddenly, a shrill female voice screamed hysterically, accompanied by a deep roar.

Within the hall, the man and woman who had been moving violently moments ago slowly came to a stop. What entered Feng Qingyue's sight was a pair of beautiful eyes shimmering with colored light.

The instant Hu Qingtong saw the figure at the hall entrance, she was startled. Her slender arms wrapped around Ye Zhen instinctively tightened, drawing a reaction from him.

At this moment, the scorching heat throughout Ye Zhen's body had completely faded, and his five senses returned.

Ye Zhen immediately sensed