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Ling Qian stood outside the door and said loudly, "Tomorrow we will arrive at Qianjue Mountain. I will fast and bathe, taking a day to prepare. You two should also rest well for the day." His voice was steady and powerful.
Ling Yuanyuan and Feng Yunge immediately stopped their playful banter. They exchanged a glance and quickly tidied their clothes.
"Why is Master making such a big deal out of this?" Ling Yuanyuan asked curiously, tilting her head with a puzzled expression.
"What does it matter?" Feng Yunge shrugged dismissively. "Every great master has their own way of doing things."
When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves back outside the bamboo grove. Ling Yuanyuan's face was flushed, still not fully awake, as she lay beneath him in an intimate position. Startled, he jumped up and looked around, relieved to find no one nearby, his face a mix of embarrassment and relief.
"It turns out this formation's living area is actually a dead zone; it's truly mysterious," he mused.
Ling Yuanyuan slowly came to her senses.
"Master..." she called softly, her eyes filled with confusion and affection.
Feng Yunge's heart sank. She was still calling for Ling Qian in her sleep. A flicker of disappointment and helplessness crossed his gaze as he lowered his head slightly.
Ling Yuanyuan had caught a cold after being caught in the rain, feeling weak and unwell, yet she persistently clung to Feng Yunge, asking for advice on how to win Ling Qian's heart.
She tugged at Feng Yunge's sleeve, shaking it insistently, her eyes brimming with urgency.
"Feign illness!" Feng Yunge thought gloomily, feeling a sense of loss as he sighed helplessly and lowered his head slightly.
"That won't do. My master is the Ghost Hand Saint Doctor," Ling Yuanyuan exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief as she placed her hands on her hips.
"You can use this Cold Illness as an excuse to pretend you've lost your memory, fluctuating between good and bad. I doubt your master would be able to tell the difference. We can say that there's a rare flower on Qianjue Mountain that can cure this memory loss. If your master is willing to trek all the way to Qianjue Mountain for you, wouldn't that prove his feelings for you?" Feng Yunge explained slowly, a hint of complexity in his gaze.
"That's a great idea! You're brilliant!"
Ling Yuanyuan playfully punched him, her movements strong. However, Feng Yunge felt a mix of emotions inside, slightly furrowing his brow and revealing a bittersweet smile.
Ling Yuanyuan was a master at feigning madness. She scattered herbs over her head, wildly tossing them about, and then proceeded to eat the prescription Ling Qian had written, crumpling the paper into a ball and stuffing it into her mouth. Not only was she pretending to have amnesia, but she also exhibited intermittent bouts of silliness.
"Alright, Qianjue Mountain it is," Ling Qian said after a long pause, his brow slightly furrowed as a glimmer of contemplation crossed his eyes. "We leave immediately."
The three of them traveled through wind and rain, hurrying towards Qianjue Mountain. As they got closer, Ling Yuanyuan's moments of foolishness became less frequent.
"Can you act a little more convincingly?" Feng Yunge criticized, frowning disapprovingly at her.
"Ugh, go away! It's so annoying pretending to be crazy all the time!" Ling Yuanyuan retorted as she and Feng Yunge began playfully bickering again. She reached out to push him, while he laughed and dodged.
"Don't you want to pursue your master?" Feng Yunge teased, deliberately putting on a serious face.
"Well..." Ling Yuanyuan hesitated for a moment. In truth, she had already woken up the day she emerged from the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Formation.
At that time, being pinned beneath him had stirred an unfamiliar sensation within her. His handsome features, cheerful personality, and playful demeanor swirled in her mind. She realized that somehow he had already taken an important place in her heart.
At the mountaintop, in the moment he leaped down without a care for his safety, her youthful heart was unknowingly opened. However, feeling embarrassed, she pretended to faint and deliberately called out the name of her master.
Ling Yuanyuan lowered her head slightly, a faint blush appearing on her face.
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