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The cave was cold and damp, the air thick with a faint musty smell. I took a deep breath, channeling my inner energy, and gathered a warm flame in the palm of my hand. The flickering light dispelled the chill around us and illuminated Xie Wuyuan's pale face.
"This is much better," I said softly, my gaze fixed on him. His injuries were worse than I had imagined; his shirt was soaked with blood, and his breathing was somewhat labored.
I cautiously approached him, placing my hands over his wounds. Warm energy flowed from my palms, gradually seeping into his body. The tension in Xie Wuyuan's furrowed brow eased slightly, but his gaze remained cold and contemplative, as if he were deep in thought.
Silence enveloped the cave, broken only by the occasional crackle of the flames. Unable to bear the quiet any longer, I spoke up to shatter the stillness. "Did you know? I once read an interesting story in an ancient text. It said that a cultivator accidentally turned his soul into a chicken while meditating..."
Xie Wuyuan cast me a fleeting glance but did not respond. I chuckled awkwardly and continued rambling about various oddities. As I spoke, I noticed Xie Wuyuan's eyes fixating on the medicine pouch I carried.
"Are you interested in alchemy?" My eyes lit up. "I happen to know a few tricks. For instance, when refining a Peiyuan Pill, if you add a pinch of Dragon's Blood Incense..."
A subtle change flickered in Xie Wuyuan's expression, revealing a hint of interest. I felt a surge of joy within me and continued sharing my insights. Gradually, I noticed that his demeanor softened; he even nodded occasionally.
"You are quite skilled at this," Xie Wuyuan suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
I was taken aback for a moment before responding with a smile, "I learned from my master when I was young. Speaking of which, how did you start cultivating when you were a child?"
Xie Wuyuan fell silent for a moment, his gaze growing profound. "When I was five years old, my family abandoned me on a desolate mountain," he began slowly. "It was perpetually covered in snow, and the biting cold was unbearable. In the midst of hunger and despair, I awakened my spiritual power and managed to survive."
A jolt of emotion surged through me, and I instinctively grasped his hand. Xie Wuyuan did not pull away but continued, "Later, I encountered an elder who taught me how to cultivate but also told me that only power is eternal in this world."
Listening to Xie Wuyuan's story filled me with both sorrow and anger. No wonder he had become so indifferent; no wonder he harbored such obsessions. I spoke gently, "Xie Wuyuan, the past was indeed cruel. But there are infinite possibilities for the future. You are already strong; why not let go of the past and start anew?"
Xie Wuyuan turned to look at me, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. In that moment, I seemed to see the lonely little boy deep within him. I couldn't help but reach out, gently caressing his cheek.
Just then, an ominous premonition surged within me. I suddenly stood up, my expression grave. "This is bad; the people from the Righteous Path are coming. We need to leave quickly."
Xie Wuyuan sensed the danger as well and struggled to rise. I quickly supported him, scanning the cave's surroundings. Suddenly, I noticed a faint crack in the corner.
"There!" I pointed in that direction. "It looks like a secret passage; it should lead to the back mountain of Yin Ming Hall."
We cautiously moved to the cave wall and indeed discovered a narrow passageway. I helped Xie Wuyuan squeeze inside just as the sound of pursuing footsteps echoed behind us.
As we groped our way through the darkness, I felt Xie Wuyuan's hand tightly gripping mine. In that moment, I suddenly realized that perhaps the distance between us was much closer than I had imagined.
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