Every time their eyes met, she felt an awkwardness that left her at a loss.
She desperately wanted to escape this place that had her thoughts in turmoil.
Qin Hongmian watched her disciple's stubborn figure retreat, seemingly eager to flee, and felt a pang in her heart. Her lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing to stop her.
She knew how badly what had happened between her and Lin Xuan had hurt this proud disciple of hers.
Perhaps letting her leave for a while would be a relief for them both.
And so, it was settled.
Lin Xuan and Mu Wanqing set off together for Myriad Tribulation Valley.
The old road stretched beneath the western wind, with a lean horse for company.
Yet no one rode the horse. One person and one horse followed behind the black-clad figure ahead.
The two barely spoke along the way.
The atmosphere was heavy.
Mu Wanqing walked in front, radiating a chill that kept everyone at a distance.
She didn't want to speak to Lin Xuan because she didn't know what to say.
Should she demand to know why he had laid hands on her master?
Or thank him for saving her and her master once again?
Or perhaps figure out how to face the hazy affection quietly taking root deep in her heart, born of his saving her life and the strange charm he possessed?
It was all too complicated.
She could only arm herself with silence, holding back the chaotic thoughts threatening to overwhelm her.
Lin Xuan followed leisurely behind her, his hands clasped behind his head and his pace unhurried.
He could clearly sense the young woman's tension.
He said nothing, letting Mu Wanqing work through it on her own.
At last, when the enormous stone stele engraved with