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Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord closely followed each other, traversing through patches of mist and hidden immortal mechanisms, finally arriving at what seemed to be the core of the Cheng Moyao stronghold. However, when they broke through the final barrier of immortal energy, they were astonished to find the place empty, devoid of any signs of life.
"What... what's going on?" Molan looked around, furrowing his brow, feeling an indescribable sense of loss welling up inside him.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord also showed a rare look of astonishment on his face. He walked up to the stone stele and carefully examined the runes on it. "This is just an illusion. It's a trap set by Cheng Moyao. We've been tricked."
The scene before them was astonishing - a vast emptiness with only a few weathered stone steles and withered vegetation. Clearly, this place had long been deserted, leaving only the gloomy moonlight and the desolate sound of the wind. For them, this was a hollow joy.
"This Cheng Moyao is quite good at playing tricks," Molan muttered, her tone revealing some dissatisfaction.
The Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord frowned, apparently feeling the weight of the outcome of this operation. "It seems we underestimated his cunning. Although we didn't succeed this time, at least we have seen some of his methods."
Molan smiled lightly, trying to alleviate the heaviness of Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, "Isn't this just right? Next time we can act more targeted. Besides, this trip was not without gains, at least we are both unharmed."
With that, she turned and walked in the direction of the return journey, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord followed closely behind, and the two did not speak much, but their steps seemed more determined.
On the way back to the alliance camp, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord did not encounter too many obstacles, after all, the traps set by Cheng Moyao were mainly concentrated around his main camp. When they entered the alliance camp again, it was already late at night, and the lights inside the camp could be faintly seen, emitting warmth.
They found a relatively quiet corner to sit down, Molan took out some medicinal herbs from the storage bag and began to treat their minor injuries. Although they did not directly confront Cheng Moyao's subordinates this time, they still suffered some minor injuries while avoiding traps and fairy magic mechanisms.
During the treatment process, Molan occasionally looked up at Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, only to see him resting with his eyes closed, seemingly reflecting on the gains and losses of this mission. Molan smiled slightly in her heart, knowing that it was best not to disturb him at this time.
After the wounds were treated, they each took a restorative elixir and sat quietly, enjoying the tranquility of the night. Moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting a soft halo of light upon them.
After a long time, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at Molan, " Molan, you have worked hard on this journey."
Molan smiled and shook his head, "Traveling with you, how can there be any hardship? It's just that this Cheng Moyao is really hard to figure out. What should our next step be?"
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord After a moment of contemplation, he said, "We need to re-plan, but before that, there's something I want to tell you."
The night breeze was slightly cool, carrying a faint floral scent. Molan looked at him with some curiosity, her eyes filled with encouragement.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord let out a sigh, as if organizing his thoughts. For someone accustomed to controlling everything with reason, this was clearly not easy for him. "During this time, whether it's a matter of life and death or our daily interactions, I have gradually realized that I cannot ignore your place in my heart, Molan," he said.
Before he could finish his sentence, Molan's eyes shimmered, a blush swept across her cheeks. She slightly lowered her head and interrupted him, " Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, I know what you're going to say. In fact, I also have the same feelings in my heart, I just don't know how to express them."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord Upon hearing this, a look of joy flashed in his eyes. He reached out and gently held Molan's hand, "So, does this mean..."
Molan nodded, with a smile tinged with a hint of shyness, "Yes, I am willing to face everything in this world together with you."
At this moment, the moonlight seems to become even softer, shining on the two of them, composing a warm prelude for this budding emotion.
In the camp at night, the stars are twinkling, and the moonlight is like water. Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord sit around the faint campfire. The night breeze brings a slight coolness. The campfire reflects on their faces, and their eyes communicate profound meanings in the flickering firelight.
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord was the first to break the silence, his voice calm and powerful, " Molan, in this operation, you have shown extraordinary wisdom. I truly appreciate it."
Molan smiled slightly, her optimistic nature making her voice sound energetic, "Thank you, Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord. But I know that without your calm command and deep consideration, we wouldn't have been able to succeed so smoothly. You always manage to find a breakthrough at critical moments."
The topic gradually shifted from immediate action to their respective pasts. Molan gently toyed with a twig by the campfire, speaking with a hint of nostalgia, "When I was still a schoolgirl, I never imagined that one day I would stand in the midst of Fairyland and fight side by side with an Immortal Lord."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord turned to look at Molan, his eyes revealing an unusual softness, "As for me, I have been practicing at Lingxiao Sect since I was young, living in strict discipline and endless loneliness. It wasn't until I met you that my world began to have a different color."
Molan was surprised to hear this and showed an even brighter smile, "Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, I never thought you would feel this way. But please believe, no matter what, you are no longer alone."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord nodded slightly, as if touched in the softest part of his heart by Molan's words, "Yes, Molan, with you, we will cultivate together and not waste this fate."
Later, they discussed their plans for dealing with Cheng Moyao's further schemes and how to protect the peace of Fairyland. Each topic reflected their concerns and responsibilities. However, within this heavy responsibility, they also encouraged and supported each other, firmly believing in their own convictions.
Molan stood up, stretched, and reached towards the twinkling stars in the night sky. " Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, look at the stars in the sky. Our future will shine as brightly and beautifully as they do."
Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord also stood up and looked at the same starry sky. His eyes shimmered with profound light as he softly responded, "Yes, Molan, I believe that as long as we hold onto righteousness in our hearts, the future will surely shine as brightly as the stars."
Although there was no clear conclusion or ornate language, it planted seeds of progress in the hearts of Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord.
The night sky is still calm and deep, with stars shining, as if witnessing the enduring emotions between them, and also witnessing their pursuit of the Tao.
From this night on, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord are no longer just simple comrades-in-arms; they have formed a deeper bond between them.
When the first ray of dawn pierced the edge of the camp, marking the end of the night, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord had made their decision.
This night was not only a clarification of emotions for Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, but also the true beginning of two hearts coming closer. In the days to come, they will join hands to fight against Cheng Moyao's conspiracy, protect the peace of this Fairyland, and safeguard the precious friendship between them.
The radiance of dawn gradually spreads, and life in the camp gradually becomes lively. Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord withdrew their thoughts from their late-night conversation, exchanged a smile, and saw warmth in each other's eyes.
"It seems we should start preparing for the next move against Cheng Moyao," Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord stood up, his tone filled with unwavering determination.
Molan nodded, her eyes shimmering with the same light. "Yes, we cannot let him have his way again. This time, we will be more cautious and more powerful."
They did not mention their feelings for each other again, but in silence, their hearts were already closely connected. This understanding would become their strongest support.
With the arrival of the morning light, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord joined the busy preparations of the camp, led by Cultivator, and began the new day's work. They checked their weapons, studied maps, and discussed strategies, with each preparation revealing their solemnity.
In the days that followed, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, together with their fellow members of the Immortal Alliance, actively prepared to confront Cheng Moyao. This struggle was not only for themselves but also for the peace of Fairyland. Throughout this process, the relationship between Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord deepened. With mutual support and encouragement, they became stronger and more fearless.
As time passed, as they gradually advanced their plan for Cheng Moyao, Molan and Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord also continuously honed themselves in this process, showing significant improvement in both their cultivation and mental strength.
This journey, the perseverance day and night, will become the most precious part of their memory, because it is not only a proof of their cultivation, but also the best witness of their affection.
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