Feng Guang and Fang Yue left Lihua Town. She didn’t know where Fang Yue was taking her, but she wouldn’t ask. She was content just to follow him. Feng Guang recognized their location after flying on the sword for half a day, even without Fang Yue saying anything.
“Fang Yue, why are we at the foot of Xuanmen Mountain?” The surrounding environment was very similar to where she had been at Xuanmen, so she recognized it immediately.
Fang Yue, holding her hand, walked toward a small tree-lined path. “The people of Xuanmen are surely searching for me now. They would never guess that I’m so close to their doorstep.”
This was the so-called “most dangerous place” being the safest place.
Feng Guang admired him, saying, “Fang Yue, you’re smart!”
Her tone conveyed, How did such an amazing man end up with me? This compliment was well-received by Fang Yue.
He gently adjusted her hair that had been tousled by the wind, “Feng Guang, I’m taking you somewhere.”
She nodded excitedly. “Okay.”
After about five minutes of walking through the woods, a small wooden house appeared. The house wasn’t too big, but it had a certain charm amidst the trees.
Fang Yue led her inside. “This is a secluded place I built when I used to come down the mountain. It’s modeled after the bamboo house at Haomiao Peak. Aside from me and you, no one else knows about it.”
Feng Guang seized on a key point in his words, “You used to live on Haomiao Peak?”
“Yes,” Fang Yue replied. “Haomiao Peak is quiet and filled with spiritual energy, an ideal place for cultivation. My master…”
She interrupted coldly, “Hmm?”
Fang Yue immediately corrected himself. “It’s Yimu. After he gave me that place to stay, I built the bamboo house on Haomiao Peak. Didn’t you say you wanted me to take you there next time we meet? I’ll take you.”
“There’s no rush, no rush. Whatever happens, let’s first take care of your matters,” Feng Guang said, throwing herself into his arms and resting her face against his chest. “Fang Yue, I want to protect you.”
Fang Yue kissed the top of her head. “Isn’t it supposed to be the man protecting the woman?”
“You get hurt too easily. I can’t ask you to protect me.”
He sighed. In her eyes, he had already become the image of someone fragile, someone who could easily be hurt or deceived. That perception had become ingrained.
“By the way!” Feng Guang pulled away from his embrace, took out the Hanyuan Sword, and handed it to him. “That old bastard took your sword. If you’re going to fight him, you need a weapon. Use mine for now.”
“Feng Guang, the Hanyuan Sword, is a divine artifact. It recognizes its master.”
“It’s fine. If I say it’s your weapon, then it’s your weapon. If not, I’ll just chop it.”
Unnoticeably, the Hanyuan Sword trembled.
She had come because of the Hanyuan Sword and was leaving because of it. Without the sword…
Suddenly realizing this, Fang Yue, who had initially not wanted to take the sword, accepted it from her hand. The moment he touched the hilt, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, a connection that only a master and their blood-bound artifact could share.
A hint of doubt appeared in his eyes. He transformed the Hanyuan Sword into nothingness and, holding her, sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap. He seemed suddenly interested and asked, “Feng Guang, can you tell me about the situation at Xuanmen in your world?”
“Hmm… It’s quite similar to here. Xuanmen is very large, with many disciples. However, according to the elders, Xuanmen experienced a great catastrophe hundreds of years ago, and many people died. Its standing among the immortal sects fell drastically. Later, my master… My master is called Xuánqīng Zǐ. He spent hundreds of years restoring Xuanmen’s reputation. So, what do you think? Isn’t my master amazing?”
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