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The endless stretch was filled with green Mandrakes.
When I was still human, I encountered Lin Zhao here.
At that time, he was punished by Yaofo to repent for a hundred years due to the bloodshed at Qinzhe Valley.
He was shackled all over, cold and silent. I thought he was unhappy, and like a moth to a flame, I accompanied him in the forest for nine years.
I believed my fingertips were warm enough to smooth the furrows on his brow, but he never loved me; he only liked to use me.
"Awoo..."
A howl echoed through the shadowy forest, resonating in the air.
I squinted slightly and hurriedly pulled out Spirit Powder from my bosom.
Just then, a gust of wind suddenly swept by, and I was caught off guard as a sharp claw knocked me to the ground.
My heart leaped into my throat. Instinctively, I raised the Spirit Powder in my hand, but for a moment, I hesitated and felt soft-hearted.
However, just that brief moment of hesitation allowed the White-Furred Beast to open its gaping maw and pounce on me fiercely, seemingly ready to swallow me whole.
I was so frightened that I closed my eyes, my mind blank.
In a critical moment, a figure dashed in like lightning and kicked the White-Furred Beast away.
It turned out that Lin Zhao had arrived just in time!
He grabbed me and without saying a word, took off running with me.
He took me through the woods at breakneck speed.
Finally, we arrived at the edge of a water pool, where Lin Zhao stopped and unhesitatingly tossed me into the water.
I choked on a few mouthfuls of water and clumsily crawled back to shore, drenched from head to toe.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhao stood by, arms crossed, coldly scrutinizing me.
"Ah... capturing the former leader of Qinchang Valley, you really are kind-hearted. Why are you still as foolish as before?"
"You stole the Niron Grass and forced me to destroy the Mandala Forest; you clearly just wanted to humiliate me. Why did you save me?"
Lin Zhao paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his gaze away and said coldly, "Don't get me wrong; I saved you just to make it easier to torment you."
I sighed slightly. "Lin Zhao, that year you used my position as the leader to open the seal of Qinchang Valley, bringing countless enemies upon us, which led to the loss of our connection with the Buddhist Sect. You are clearly obsessed with the Buddhist Sect; why did you do that? Are you targeting me or Qinchang Valley?"
This question had taken root in my heart for many years. Back then, I was young and ignorant, infatuated with his cool demeanor, and I said nothing about his actions.
It was only later that I gradually understood how close I had come to losing everything for Qinchang Valley.
He still did not answer the question.
After a long pause, he handed me the Niron Grass. "You haven't consumed it this year to sustain your physical form. I can give it to you or choose not to trouble you anymore; I just want to know one thing."
He stepped closer, gripping my chin to force me to meet his gaze.
In those cold eyes, I caught a fleeting glimpse of softness.
But only for a moment, it was like an illusion.
"Who left the lip mark on your forehead?"
I was startled and instinctively pulled my hand away from his.
The coldness between his long fingers left me dazed, and I almost opened my mouth to tell him the answer.
But I couldn't tell him.
"After I joined the Buddhist Sect, Yaofo branded me."
"Ha... Yao Huan!"
Lin Zhao glared at me, fiercely brushing off his sleeves. After a moment of calm amidst the stormy turmoil within him, he revealed a heartless expression. "I thought that even with the title of Bianji, you would still be the Yuyou of old. But I was wrong!"
As he left, the green lamp flickered back to life, and the curling smoke swept through the mandala forest.
I pinched the Spirit Powder in my sleeve and sighed softly, as if it were nothing.
I loved the green lamp most of all; after all, it was his green lamp.
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