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The morning sunlight slants through the dense forest, casting a golden glow through the treetops and draping a soft veil over this mysterious place. Yun Xiyue, the leader of the Orchid Sect, strides with determination and speed, like a vigilant beast, weaving through this untrodden forest.
Her eyes shimmer with resolute determination, her black hair gently swaying in the morning breeze. She wears the Orchid Sect's distinctive deep blue martial attire, simple yet elegant, perfectly complementing her powerful figure. Today, she has come in search of the legendary "Spiritual Dew Flower," an extremely rare herb with miraculous alchemical properties. Her gaze is unwavering, every turn and leap displaying her courage and resilience.
As she focused on her search, a faint sigh broke the silence of the forest. Yun Xiyue With a swift movement, she quickly hid behind a giant ancient tree, her actions light and agile, like a leaping leopard. A hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes as she thought to herself, "There shouldn't be anyone else here."
Before long, a ragged figure caught her eye. It was a young man with disheveled hair and a handsome but bewildered face, as if he had just been through a tough battle. His features were picturesque, with long flowing black hair and amber-colored eyes that were usually clear and pure, but now revealed deep exhaustion and confusion. The man's blue robe was tattered, a clear sign of the intense battle he had just experienced.
Yun Xiyue Her tense nerves relaxed slightly, but she remained vigilant. She observed the man's every move, trying to determine his identity and intentions.
The man seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked directly in the direction where Yun Xiyue was hiding. A barely perceptible sharpness flashed in his eyes. His voice was hoarse but unusually clear: "I am not an enemy, nor do I seek trouble. I am just evading pursuit."
Yun Xiyue stared at the man without blinking. She could sense the aura of the Heavenly Sword Sect emanating from him, a major sect in direct opposition to the Orchid Sect. Despite her preconceptions, her straightforward nature compelled her to not stand by and watch this heavily wounded man die.
Yun Xiyue emerged from her hiding place and strode purposefully towards the man. Her movements were direct and swift, appearing somewhat aloof but filled with determination.
The man turned his head, his eyes showing a hint of surprise and confusion. There seemed to be a natural innocence in his eyes, which formed a sharp contrast with the aura of battle emanating from him.
"You seem to have encountered quite a bit of trouble, being a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect," said Yun Xiyue with a probing tone, as she crouched down to begin examining the man's injuries.
The man looked at the woman in front of him, who didn't hide her disgust. He introduced himself first, with a somewhat straightforward tone: "Mo Zetian. I know you, Yun Xiyue, the leader of the Orchid Sect. I heard that you have never been friendly to our Heavenly Sword Sect."
Yun Xiyue coldly replied, "I indeed have no good feelings towards your Heavenly Sword Sect, but I won't let you die here like this."
Mo Zetian nodded, his expression carrying a natural quality, but his eyes revealing a hint of sharpness. "I appreciate direct people, no need to guess about those twists and turns."
Focused on treating Mo Zetian, her technique was firm and professional, demonstrating her exceptional medical skills. Mo Zetian's condition gradually stabilized, and his complexion also regained some color.
"Thank you," said Mo Zetian with a cold but sincere tone.
Yun Xiyue stood up and responded indifferently, "No need to thank me, I just did what I should do." With that, she turned and continued to search for Spiritual dew flower, leaving Mo Zetian sitting alone on the ground, a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
Mo Zetian's gaze was not only curious, but also carried a hint of admiration. He looked at Yun Xiyue's confident and decisive figure, and couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation in his heart. Although his face always wore a cold expression, his eyes vaguely revealed a fondness for her.
Yun Xiyue was completely unaware that Mo Zetian had been watching her all along. She was single-mindedly searching for Spiritual dew flower, agile in her movements and bold in her actions. Every bush she passed left behind the sound of her swift and resolute footsteps. Her eyes were filled with love for the land and the plants, but also revealed a hint of unwavering determination not to be challenged.
Mo Zetian Quietly following behind her, his steps were so light that they left almost no trace. His gaze was deep, as if pondering some profound question, but at the same time, he also carefully observed Yun Xiyue's every move. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, showing a rare interest, but then he returned to calmness.
Suddenly, Yun Xiyue found the Spiritual dew flower she had been searching for. She excitedly bent down to pick it, but her movements were obviously too swift, almost injuring those precious and fragile petals. Her eyes sparkled with passionate light, and a smile hung on her lips, as if saying to herself, "See, I knew I could find it."
Mo Zetian Quietly observing, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He approached Yun Xiyue and calmly said, "It's a pity to treat such precious flowers so roughly."
Yun Xiyue turned her head, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes. "What do you know? These flowers are very resilient and won't be easily damaged by me."
Mo Zetian just smiled faintly and didn't speak again. His silence and smile seemed to further provoke Yun Xiyue, but she quickly suppressed her emotions and continued to focus on picking Spiritual dew flower.
At this moment, a slight movement suddenly came from the forest, and both Yun Xiyue and Mo Zetian were almost simultaneously alerted. They quickly hid in the thickets, holding their breath and concentrating.
Through the cracks in the leaves, they saw a group of people dressed in black quietly passing through the forest. These people moved swiftly and in an orderly manner, obviously the elite of a certain sect.
A hint of fierceness flashed in Yun Xiyue's eyes as she silently drew the short sword she carried with her, preparing to attack. Seeing this scene, Mo Zetian furrowed his brow slightly and quickly stepped forward, whispering to Yun Xiyue, "Don't be reckless, we don't know their strength."
Yun Xiyue stared at him, seemingly displeased with his advice, but she ultimately suppressed her impulse. She snorted coldly, sheathing her short sword once again, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.
Mo Zetian nodded slightly in gratitude. His gaze remained cold, but in observing Yun Xiyue, a subtle concern was revealed. He turned towards the direction of the figure in black, his deep eyes shimmering with determination.
"It seems that this training is more complex than I imagined," Mo Zetian said in a low voice, his tone calm but with a hint of caution.
Yun Xiyue glanced over and his expression became serious, "We better be careful, these people don't seem like ordinary warriors."
Just as they were observing in secret, one of the men in black suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if sensing something. He turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping through every corner of the woods.
Mo Zetian and Yun Xiyue immediately held their breath and carefully concealed their presence. The tense atmosphere condensed in the air, as if on the verge of eruption.
A few seconds later, the figure in black seemed to have not discovered anything, and turned around to continue leading the team deeper into the forest. Mo Zetian and Yun Xiyue breathed a sigh of relief, but they both knew that this encounter was not a coincidence, and that there were more unknown dangers lurking in the forest.
"We need to be even more careful," Mo Zetian said in a low voice, his expression becoming more serious.
Yun Xiyue She nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.
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