Watching the lovely figure in the distant palace, Ling Feng slipped into the void like a fish swimming through space.
When he appeared again a moment later, he was already inside the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, leaving Yu Qingrou alone in the void, searching all around.
"Senior..."
While Yu Qingrou searched for Ling Feng, he had already reached Ling Qingzhu's palace courtyard.
As the successor to the master of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, Ling Qingzhu resided on the second of its nine palace tiers, making her residence quite conspicuous.
At that moment, Ling Qingzhu was cultivating in her courtyard as usual, utterly unaware that someone had appeared behind her.
As Ling Feng gazed at the familiar, graceful figure before him, memories gradually welled up in his mind.
"Ling Feng, what happened inside the Tomb Mansion was a misunderstanding. Forget it. From now on, we go our separate ways."
"You took advantage of me, and now you want to slip away? Not a chance. You have to take responsibility for me."
Those beautiful memories brought a warm smile to Ling Feng's face as he slowly stepped forward. Only then did Ling Qingzhu, who had been cultivating with her eyes closed, finally notice him.
"Who's there?!"
Ling Qingzhu's darting figure abruptly froze. Disbelief surged into eyes that had always been as cool and still as a secluded pool.
"Ling Feng?!"
It was merely an ordinary name, yet at that moment, it sent fierce ripples through Ling Qingzhu's heart, which had been as tranquil as a secluded lake.
She would never forget what had happened in that little Great Yan Dynasty.
"Ling Qingzhu, I actually know who you are, but you don't know who I am. Let me tell you: I, Ling Feng, am worthy of any woman in this world,