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"Master, think of a way!" Ling Yuanyuan urged, her voice tinged with a sob. Yet, Ling Qian remained as if enchanted, standing in place, murmuring to himself, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled only with feelings for someone named Liniang.
As the fireball rolled dangerously close to them, Feng Yunge suddenly appeared from nowhere, moving like lightning. He kicked the fireball away and swiftly slashed his sword to break the net. With a clean and decisive motion, he reached out and pulled Ling Yuanyuan out, gripping her hand tightly. "Yuanyuan, don't be afraid. I'm here."
"Yuanyuan, run!" Feng Yunge shouted urgently, his voice trembling slightly.
But Ling Qian remained rooted to the spot, his gaze filled with complex emotions, as if his body had been frozen in place.
In desperation, Feng Yunge could only scoop one of them up in each arm, his muscles tensing as he quickly activated the mechanism to open the cave's exit. His fingers moved deftly over the controls as he led them both out of the cave.
"Men are truly no good! Feng Yunge, how dare you betray me! I will make you all..." Liniang's voice dripped with hatred once more, but they could no longer afford to listen.
"Hmph. You liar." As soon as Ling Yuanyuan was set down, she angrily shook off his hand and swung her arm forcefully, her small face flushed red.
"Yuanyuan, let me explain. Liniang is my master; she only asked me to bring Master Ling to Qianjue Mountain. I had no idea she intended to harm you!" Feng Yunge said urgently, gripping Ling Yuanyuan's shoulders tightly, his expression filled with sincerity and anxiety.
"Hmph! Is that why you deliberately got close to me and hired assassins to gain my master's trust?" Ling Yuanyuan glared at him furiously.
"I didn't! I don't know those assassins; they were probably hired by my master," Feng Yunge quickly waved his hands in denial, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Who would believe your words? You used me to trick my master into coming to Qianjue Mountain! You're a liar—every word from you is false!" Ling Yuanyuan shouted angrily, her voice growing louder as her body trembled slightly.
In the midst of their argument, they failed to notice that Ling Qian had already staggered forward alone.
Ling Qian's steps were somewhat unsteady, yet her eyes revealed a determination and persistence, as if she were in pursuit of something.
"Yuanyuan, I truly mean it."
In a moment of desperation, Feng Yunge suddenly pulled Ling Yuanyuan into his embrace, his arms tightly wrapped around her, his eyes filled with deep affection. "Yuanyuan, I love you. It's all true. I had no idea about the feud between my master and yours. My master only mentioned that Master Ling was an old acquaintance and hoped to bring him to Qianjue Mountain for a small gathering. But fearing he wouldn’t come, she tried to find a way to get him here. I never expected to meet you and fall in love with you."
Hearing his confession, Ling Yuanyuan felt a stir of emotions within her, but she still looked at him with suspicion, her brows slightly furrowed and her eyes betraying a hint of hesitation.
"Who would believe you?"
"What can I do for you to believe me?"
"Jump off this cliff!" Ling Yuanyuan said defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest and turning her head away.
Ling Yuanyuan did not expect that Feng Yunge would actually walk to the edge of the cliff and leap without hesitation.
She gasped in shock, her eyes widening and mouth agape as she leaned over to look down, only to see Feng Yunge hanging from the treetops at the bottom of the cliff.
Screaming, Ling Yuanyuan rushed into the valley, her steps frantic and her eyes filled with terror. Feng Yunge had already jumped down from the tree, a long gash running across his face, blood streaming down his cheek.
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