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The sound of war drums came from a distance, like rolling thunder echoing under the sky, making people feel oppressed and suffocated.
After passing through the smoke-filled battlefield and the fearful escape, Zhong Ruyan finally escaped from that place filled with the shadow of death.
However, she found herself lost in a vast and boundless forest, where dense treetops covered the sky, and only sporadic rays of light penetrated the branches, like fragile rays of hope.
She was wearing tattered clothes, her skin showing rashes from prolonged exposure to the wind and sun, her face revealing despair and exhaustion. Unutterable sorrow surged in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but fill with tears.
Zhong Ruyan stumbled through this desolate land, filled with unease and fear. Having experienced the loss of loved ones and the torment of an unknown fate, she was on the brink of a mental breakdown.
Just as she lost her way and felt lost, a pure white fox suddenly appeared from the depths of the forest. Its fur was crystal clear, and its eyes revealed depth and melancholy, as if its appearance was meant to save her from despair.
The fox has nine elegant tails that sway gracefully in the breeze, and its eyes seem to contain the wisdom of a thousand years and a deep sense of sorrow.
Most striking is the red mark on its forehead, emitting a faint glow that seems to hold an incredible power.
This fox slowly approached her, gently brushing her face with its dazzling tail. The tail's touch was as light as a feather, bringing a hint of coolness that instantly dispelled all of Zhong Ruyan's worries and panic.
"Come with me, I will take you to a safe place," the fox seemed to convey with a telepathic message, its voice carrying an undeniable confidence.
Exhausted both physically and mentally, Zhong Ruyan finally showed a glimmer of hope in her eyes upon hearing this, but still harbored doubts in her heart: "What is the origin of this fox? Why can it speak human language?"
However, in such a desperate situation, she chose to believe in this unknown help rather than doubt it. The fox led her into the deep and hidden paths of the forest. Though Zhong Ruyan was exhausted, a new hope emerged in her heart, so she followed the fox's footsteps.
The rustling of the leaves echoed as the night breeze gently brushed against Zhong Ruyan's face. A person and a beast passed through the sparkling blue vines, walked past rows of peculiar ancient trees resembling temples, and finally arrived at a clear, tranquil lake with a bottom visible.
Under the moonlight, the lake shimmered with dazzling light, and a faint fragrance filled the air. The fox glanced back at Zhong Ruyan, its eyes seemingly silently telling her, "This is the place you need to be."
Zhong Ruyan stood by the lake, feeling a strange sense of emotion welling up in her heart. "Where is this place?" she wondered. In this beautiful and mysterious place, all fears and worries seemed to vanish into thin air.
Soon after, a fox slowly walked into the middle of the lake, leaped lightly, and sank into the water. The surface of the lake shimmered as if it harbored some kind of magical power.
Next, a bright light shot out from the bottom of the lake, and the figure of the fox gradually became hazy, eventually completely merging into the light and disappearing.
Zhong Ruyan was amazed, feeling a bit lost in her heart, but also experiencing an unprecedented tranquility. This place was far from the war, peaceful enough to make one feel at ease. Her body relaxed involuntarily, and a wave of exhaustion came over her.
She yawned and lay down on the soft grass, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
At the shore of Elderly Lake, a man quietly gazes at the sleeping Zhong Ruyan. Ever since rescuing her, he has felt a special pull. Although he usually helps lost souls in times of war, this time feels different.
On his forehead, the fox's birthmark faintly glows, a symbol of the fox clan meeting their destined one. However, Murong Feng is puzzled as to why the destined one would be a human.
"Could my destined mark be wrong?" Murong Feng asked himself.
Even so, he was unwilling to easily ignore all of this. After all, being human didn't necessarily mean it couldn't be destined.
As the light of his life imprint gradually dimmed, Murong Feng revealed a faint smile and cast his gaze toward the distant night sky, where it shimmered like a brilliant constellation. His emotions were complex; as a member of the fox immortal clan, his life imprint should be flawless, but the person before him, Zhong Ruyan, was nothing more than a mortal, vastly different from his divine identity.
In the distance, the moon emerged from between the trees, its radiance causing Elderly Lake to ripple with silver waves.
Zhong Ruyan gradually woke up, her gaze drawn to the beautiful scenery before her. Slowly getting up, she saw Murong Feng standing by the lake, dressed in gorgeous attire, his handsome face shining with an ethereal aura, perfectly blending with this mysterious fairyland.
"Where... is this place?" Zhong Ruyan asked with a tone of confusion and curiosity.
Murong Feng looked at the lake and replied with a hint of humor, "This is Elderly Lake, located in the secret realm of The boundary between immortals and mortals, where one can temporarily escape the troubles of the world. Your ability to come here may be a kind of fate."
"Fate?" Zhong Ruyan felt surprised and curious.
"Yes, this is no ordinary place," a hint of depth flashed in Murong Feng's eyes, then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if it were there and not there.
"I see. I must thank you for saving my life," Zhong Ruyan's face showed sincere gratitude as she was surprised to find that her injuries had already healed.
"No need to thank me, I just happened to pass by," Murong Feng responded lightly, with a smile on his lips but a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.
"The water of Elderly Lake here contains a magical power that can make people forget their worries and heal their pain," he continued, with a touch of gentleness in his tone.
At this moment, a radiant light, like moonlight waterfall, sprinkled from the sky, gently reflecting on the lake, shimmering with ripples. In the moonlight, the faces of the two people were illuminated particularly clearly, the nobility and unruliness in Murong Feng's eyes, like a graceful noble son, adding a touch of poetry to the night.
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