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Only after hearing that they were people from the Clear Sky Sect did Tang Hao's taut nerves slowly relax. He released his grip and murmured, "They're from the sect. That's good, then."

He let Tang Yuehua help him remove his outer clothes, shoes, and socks, then lay down beneath the soft, warm bedding.

The quilt carried Tang Yuehua's distinctive fragrance, which lingered around his nose. For a hazy moment, Tang Hao felt as though he had returned to those carefree days in the Clear Sky Sect so many years ago.

Once he relaxed completely, exhaustion and the pain of his injuries surged over him like floodwaters bursting through a dam. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Tang Yuehua sat beside the bed, watching his brows remain tightly knitted even in sleep, his weathered face etched with suffering. Tenderness and heartache intertwined within her.

She reached out and gently brushed aside a few unruly strands of hair stuck to Tang Hao's forehead with sweat.

"Second Brother, sleep well," she whispered, her voice as soft as the brush of a feather.

"This time, I won't let you face everything alone again..."

Tang Yuehua simply sat quietly at his bedside, keeping watch over him and listening as his breathing gradually grew steady and deep. The emptiness that had filled her heart for more than a decade seemed, in that moment, to be filled at last.

For Tang Yuehua, this was the first night in years that she had felt at peace, even if that peace rested on Tang Hao's suffering and a secret affection she could never voice.

Star Luo City, Star Luo Empire.

After several days on the road, the Star Luo Delegation's convoy finally returned to Star Luo City.

The mood was deeply subdued, the