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Li Quzhuo, standing next to him, exaggeratedly covered his face and began to sob in a fake manner.
"Waaaaah—, Xiao Qinghan has been tricked away by a bad woman!"
"That's your personal sword sheath! How can you just replace it like that!"
"What if... what if that wicked woman does something strange to your scabbard?"
Hmm? What's strange?
Mu Qinghan glanced at him, but then heard Yang Yitan suddenly speak up.
“Wait a minute,” Yang Yitan, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly frowned, his tone full of doubt.
"Huh? That's not right, Qinghan. Didn't you go to Tushan? Why are you exchanging sword sheaths with someone there?"
Ji Wuji swallowed hard. "Qinghan, isn't this a bit...exciting?"
The murmurs rose and fell, and Mu Qinghan paused in his fingertips, his eyes filled with helplessness, but he did not offer any further explanation.
Aoki Hime stood on the outside of the crowd, taking in everything, a faint smile playing on her lips.
It should be... that fox demon from back then.
After all… only she could elicit that gentle expression from Qinghan.
She looked down at the plum blossoms embroidered on her sleeve and sighed softly in her heart.
Actually, this is good too; at least it proves that I am no less than others.
That fox spirit is a demon, not a human.
The feelings I've had over the years are like wine buried deep in my heart. At first, it was so strong it burned, but now, when I open the bottle and smell it, only a faint aftertaste remains.
Although hearing it still makes my heart ache, I've finally let it go.
She could find someone she was willing to hand over her sword to, and even if that person was a fox demon, she wouldn't be unable to accept it.
Flowers bloom and fade, but eventually they wither away.
Whether the connection is deep or shallow, in the end, it is a case of being destined to meet but not to be together.
Continuing to cling to the past will only trap you in the endless turmoil of memories.
This is how my life will be.
Some regrets are perhaps just a normal part of life.
Strive to become stronger, see different scenery, and work hard... leaving your own footprints.
That's... living a wonderful life.
She slowly raised her head and met Wang Quanzui's eyes, which were full of concern.
She paused for a moment, then a sweet smile spread across her face, even the dimples at the corners of her mouth seemed to radiate warmth.
She gently shook her head to reassure her best friend.
At least... she's still his friend, and she can watch him move forward steadfastly towards his goal.
At least she still has her noisy family and Zui'er who always protects her.
Thinking about it this way, those minor disappointments seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and security.
She is already very happy.
As everyone chattered and asked questions, Mu Qinghan suddenly raised his hand slightly, and the noisy atmosphere instantly quieted down.
His gaze swept over everyone present. "Everyone... let's not worry about me for now. Let's set off today."
"Go outside the circle and see what they've been hiding from us all along."
Wang Quanba was the first to respond, reaching out to pat the person next to him on the shoulder, his eyes full of excitement.
"Yeah, let's go! I've been wanting to see what the world outside the circle is like for ages!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the others echoed his sentiments.
Come on, come on…
A secret that has been hidden all along…
Let us personally... unveil your disguise!
.....................
In the vast starry sky…
All that's left is your back view~
The Milky Way has frozen into ice, memories flow like tears…
Chapter 66 Entering the Outsider Circle
"No! No way! Absolutely not!"
"Qinghan! Quick! Stop them!"
The old man from Tianmen gripped Mu Qinghan's sleeve tightly with his withered hands, his cloudy eyes filled with terror.
"Outside the circle lies a man-eating hell! It's a dead end! Going there... going there means never returning!"
Before the words were even finished, an extremely dazzling sword light cleaved through the sky.
Wang Quanba, clad in white robes, wielded the Wang Quan sword, which hummed as he forcefully cleaved a massive rift in the majestic Heavenly Gate.
The broken lintel fragments, carried by the fierce wind, fell and crashed into the sea of clouds, creating huge waves.
He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his eyes piercing as he gazed at the area outside the circle, which was considered a forbidden zone by the world, without the slightest hesitation.
They did not wear masks during this trip.
Their faces, braving the fierce wind, displayed a range of expressions from resolute and defiant to determined, every inch of their skin radiating a burning sincerity.
They want to uncover the secrets that have been sealed away for centuries with the utmost openness.
We must use the sharpest blade to fearlessly break through all obstacles called "taboos".
They want heaven and earth to witness that when this group of passionate people stand side by side, even the greatest chasms and the most monstrous demons and monsters cannot stop them!
Mu Qinghan lowered his eyes to look at the old man from Tianmen whose mouth was oozing blood. He condensed a warm magical power at his fingertips and gently channeled it into the old man's body to suppress the surging blood and qi.
He didn't say much, but simply nodded slightly to the old man, then turned and stepped onto his sword.
With a sharp sound as the sword sliced through the air, his figure, like a streak of light, landed steadily beside Wang Quanba Ye.
"let's go…"
This journey was the culmination of countless days and nights of their unwavering commitment.
Now that the door to the truth has been opened before us, how can it be stopped by a mere word of "danger"?
How could mere danger scare them?
The young people exchanged glances, and without a word, they already understood each other.
A true man is one who sees things through to the end!
Wang Quanba was the first to draw his sword, and a long roar shook the heavens and the earth.
"Everyone, come with me!"
Swords flashed and figures moved in unison.
The old man from Tianmen staggered and fell to the ground, his withered hands hanging limply at his sides.
He stared at the dark mist that had swallowed all the young figures, his murky eyes instantly filled with despair.
Large tears rolled down her wrinkled cheeks.
"It's all over...it's all over!"
The old man's voice was hoarse, "Our human race has endured for a hundred years, finally welcoming this group of exceptionally talented children, hoping they would uphold our hopes for a resurgence, but now..."
"Now they've plunged headlong into that cannibalistic abyss!"
He suddenly pushed himself up and staggered toward the direction of the Dao Alliance.
"No! I have to tell the Alliance Leader immediately! He must find a solution! If anything happens to these little ones... all the good fortune our human race has accumulated over the past century will be destroyed!"
The old man's voice was filled with anxiety and fear as he flew towards the Dao Alliance with all his might.
A thick, gray fog filled the air…
Like solidified ink, it swallowed up all the light between heaven and earth.
The ground beneath my feet was a dark purple color, and I couldn't hear a sound when I stepped on it.
The group stopped flying on their swords, their eyes scanning the surroundings with curiosity, and they even unconsciously lowered their breathing.
Wang Quanzui tilted his head slightly, "This... is the outside world? It's not that scary, it's just that the fog is a bit thick."
Mu Shenqi crossed his arms and curled his lip in disdain, "I think it's just so-so."
Zhang Zheng stretched out a big yawn, his joints making a soft "crack" sound. He looked around at the empty mist, his tone full of disappointment.
"Sigh... I thought I'd be facing a three-headed, six-armed monster as soon as I came in, but all I see is this pitch-black fog and not even a squeaking bug. This is so boring."
Amid the noise, Wang Quanba Ye keenly noticed Mu Qinghan beside him.
His brows were furrowed, and his usually calm eyes were now sharp as knives.
The magical power around him was fluctuating at an extremely subtle frequency, clearly indicating that he was silently probing his surroundings.
He stepped forward, lowering his voice slightly: "Something feels off... Qinghan, have you noticed something?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qinghan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his aura surged instantly!
Before anyone could react, he had already drawn his sword with a backhand motion, and a silver-white sword light, like a thunderclap, pierced through the mist and slashed straight forward.
The thick gray fog, nearly a kilometer long, was forcibly split in two, revealing the void of darkness behind it. But in an instant, the cracked fog closed up as if it were alive, returning to a hazy gray landscape.
"What's wrong, Qinghan?!"
Ji Wuji was startled by this sudden action and instinctively gripped his sword tighter.
Li Zizai and Li Quzhuo also hurriedly came over, the former with a furrowed brow.