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Hearing his words, the few who had been about to continue the act suddenly froze and looked at Ling Qing in surprise.

His head hung low as he crouched halfway to the ground, his eyes slightly closed, yet he was facing He Xiugu.

But one hand, hard as cast iron, covered He Xiugu's eyes.

It blocked both He Xiugu's limpid, water-shearing eyes and his own gaze upon them.

The aura around him shifted unpredictably—one moment, killing intent shot into the heavens; the next, tenderness flowed like water.

After a while, they saw a figure suddenly flash out from Ling Qing's body. It looked exactly like Ling Qing, but the way it gazed at He Xiugu was incomparably gentle.

The figure flashed only once before returning to Ling Qing's body.

By then, the aura around him had settled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

There was neither hatred nor love in them. He merely looked at the others with calm indifference.

He rose and looked at them, saying placidly, "A dream of yellow millet must end in waking; rootless and boundless, all returns to dust. This poor Daoist is Ling Daoqing. Greetings, everyone."

He had meant to say Ling Daoqing, but once the words left his mouth, they became Lu Daoqing.

It reminded him of this baffling love tribulation, and of that equally baffling dream trial.

Just now, he had transformed that love tribulation into a demon and refined it into a Love Demon.

Back when he saw Bai Suzhen unwilling to refine her love tribulation into a Love Demon, he had felt somewhat dismissive, thinking she was too attached to the mortal world.

Yet only now did he understand that she truly could not be blamed.

If not for the fact that he already knew this was a dream, if