At the edge of the cliff, an elegant, lovely figure stood facing the wind, her silken hair fluttering gently, like an immortal maiden beyond the mortal world.
"Ling Feng, what happened in the Tomb Mansion was a misunderstanding. Forget about it. From now on, we'll go our separate ways."
"You took advantage of me, and now you want to run? Not a chance. You have to take responsibility for me."
Looking at the woman before him, beautiful as a banished immortal, Ling Feng had already guessed why she had brought him here. He immediately pointed at Ling Qingzhu, feigning righteous indignation.
"You!"
Ling Feng's shameless behavior threw Ling Qingzhu's newly settled composure into turmoil again. Angry and embarrassed, yet too mortified to argue with him about it, she could only glare at the ground and curse inwardly. This bastard! What does he mean, I took advantage of him? He clearly took advantage of me, yet he speaks as though justice is on his side. How infuriating...
Ling Qingzhu had never met anyone as brazen as Ling Feng. Yet it was precisely this temperament that always left her, warm on the outside but cold within, helpless and stirred her heart.
She took a deep breath and suppressed her anger before speaking again. "I told you, it was a misunderstanding. We were both victims, so let's pretend it never happened. You had better keep your mouth shut, or you'll face utter destruction. This isn't a threat. You're far too weak. Although I know you possess that mysterious weapon, it won't be of much use against the power behind me."
Her voice was cool, but held no contempt. She was merely stating a fact.
Seeing how serious Ling Qingzhu was, Ling Feng stopped joking. He looked at her solemnly, though his voice remained