"Where is the Cliff of Mutual Devotion?" Zhang Xiaohua asked urgently.
But immediately afterward, he slumped in dejection. Meng had left long ago. Even if he rushed there now, how could Meng possibly still be wandering atop the Cliff of Mutual Devotion?
"What? You want to go?" Abbess Jingyi sneered. "Do you want to see whether Zixia is still there, or do you want to... jump down as well?"
"Of course I'm going to jump down and take a look!" Zhang Xiaohua answered without the slightest hesitation, his words as firm as nails driven into iron.
"Heh heh, your wish is a fine one." Abbess Jingyi's voice dripped with mockery. "Unfortunately... you aren't qualified!"
Zhang Xiaohua was furious. Not because Abbess Jingyi had provoked him, but because he was angry at himself—angry at his own impulsiveness, even deeply regretting his charge up Yi Xiang Peak. Had he known this would happen, why had he not secretly climbed Yi Xiang Peak, explained everything clearly to Meng, and then taken her away? Would that not have been better? He had painstakingly concealed his cultivation, painstakingly fought his way up Yi Xiang Peak—was this the ending he had earned???
An ending where he and Meng were separated by yin and yang?
In an instant, despair and blank emptiness filled Zhang Xiaohua's heart. A sense of helplessness spread through his entire being!
With a smack, Zhang Xiaohua backhanded himself across the face—a vicious slap. A thread of blood immediately trickled from the corner of his mouth.
What use was concealing my cultivation? What use was blindly seeking perfection? Meng... she was still driven to death by that old witch!! A voice rose from Zhang Xiaohua's chest. His eyes, always calm and clear, gradually blazed with raging fury. *What was so terrible about forcing my