Changliu Mountain top.
Quietly silent.
Everyone stared at Mo Ningxiang in surprise, not knowing why Ling Wudeng suddenly left, and even more puzzled about why Mo Ningxiang was smiling.
They looked at each other, completely baffled.
Only Yi Shengtang knew the reason, although he was equally astonished, never expecting that Lin Fan truly knew Mo Ningxiang.
And it seed like he wanted to go up the mountain to take Mo Ningxiang away.
This was clearly going against the Heavenly Clan and against Dongn Buju.
Yi Shengtang took several deep breaths, trying to calm his violently beating heart, and with a solemn face, looked at Mo Ningxiang, then at Dongn Buju.
Ti passed by minute by minute.
Still, no one spoke.
Ling Wudeng had not returned for a long ti, and no figure appeared on the path leading up the mountain.
What exactly was happening?
Everyone was surprised and puzzled, completely baffled.
Mo Ningxiang, dragging her injured leg, sat up straight, her eyes shining brilliantly as if stars were twinkling within them. She stared at the path up the mountain, hoping to see Lin Fan's figure in the next second.
Her gaze shifted from being full of hope to worry, then to restless anxiety, her face initially flushed was now pallid.
Why hasn't Lin Fan brother co up yet, and why is there no sign of Ling Wudeng, what happened to the two?
She thought anxiously, her mind full of Lin Fan, forgetting even her own injuries, she struggled trying to stand up.
However, upon movent, the excruciating pain forced her to sit back down, with sweat beads falling from her forehead, her expression one of great agony.
Dongn Buju watched with great interest, and laughed: "Where are you planning to go, Clan Leader Mo?"
Mo Ningxiang suppressed the imnse pain, gave Dongn Buju a cold stare, and said nothing.
She knew he was provoking her, and ignoring him was the best response; she must not lose her composure.
"Trying to find your little lover, huh?" Dongn Buju sneered coldly.
Mo Ningxiang shivered, holding back her anger, she continued to stare at the path up the mountain, ignoring Dongn Buju's sarcastic tone.
Dongn Buju continued talking to himself rrily, regardless of whether Mo Ningxiang listened.
"Oh dear, it's a pity not knowing whether your little lover is dead or alive. With Ling Wudeng's skills, obliterating his Divine Sense shouldn't be a problem; you might never see your little lover again."
"But it's okay, I can soon bring you two together as fugitive lovers reunited in Hell. Am I considerate or what? Hahaha!"
Dongn Buju laughed madly and maniacally, sending chills down everyone's spine, causing their scalp to tingle.
"Impossible!"
Mo Ningxiang's face twitched, glaring fiercely at Dongn Buju, she shouted furiously.
"Lin Fan brother can't be dead! Forget about Ling Wudeng, even you cannot kill him. Rather, it's you who should watch your dog life!"
Whoa!
The whole place erupted in commotion!
Mo Ningxiang actually dared to speak to Dongn Buju like that, she even called his life a dog's life!
Arrogantly.
Too arrogantly!
An unknown Lin Fan suddenly appeared, giving Mo Ningxiang the courage to provoke Dongn Buju.
The clan leaders were even more curious about what kind of person Lin Fan was.
Not a hint of anger appeared on Dongn Buju's face.
To be insulted but not to show anger, such people are truly terrifying.
Because it ans either they don't take those words seriously, or they already consider the speaker as dead.
Who would get angry over a dead person's words?
Dongn Buju not only didn't get angry, he chuckled lightly as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, looking relaxed.
"You trust your Lin Fan brother so much? Dare to assert that he won't die at Ling Wudeng's hands?"
"Who will win or lose isn't known yet!"
"Great! What an unknown! But saying it nicely doesn't help, we'll have to see the results." Dongn Buju's eyes filled with confidence. "I suggest you prepare in advance, lest you cry yourself to death before I make a move, that would be a loss for ."
Mo Ningxiang's eyes twitched slightly, she glared at Dongn Buju, not saying another word.
She stood there as if turned to stone, motionless, staring at the path up the mountain, investing all her hopes in it.
If it turns out to be Ling Wudeng…
A sudden ominous foreboding seized Mo Ningxiang's heart, fear spread throughout her body, every cell contracted, her worry began.
Yi Shengtang's clothes were already soaked with sweat, as if he had just crawled out of water.
He too was extrely tense, if Lin Fan didn't co up, whether he should save Mo Ningxiang, after all, she was Lin Fan's woman.
But he was no match for Dongn Buju, once he moved, death was certain.
He looked at Hong Chuyuan and Tuo YHong, his palms wet with sweat.
He could only pray for Lin Fan's appearance, at least then he would have support, a chance to save Mo Ningxiang.
Alone he had no chance whatsoever.
Yi Shengtang thought, also nervously watching the path up the mountain, hoping for Lin Fan's appearance.
Not long after.
Footsteps were heard from the path, step by step, walking very steadily and firmly, but from the sound of footsteps, it was clear the person expended great effort.
Mo Ningxiang's heart seed ready to jump out of her throat.
Yi Shengtang also nervously clenched his clothes, almost tearing them apart.
Although Dongn Buju boasted that Ling Wudeng would surely kill Lin Fan, for so reason he still harbored doubts internally.
Especially Mo Ningxiang's confident deanor made him anxious.
He also sat up straight, clenching his fists.
Tap!
Tap!
Tap!
The footsteps grew closer.
Mo Ningxiang had already raised herself, tears rolling in her eyes, ready to call out Lin Fan's na at any mont.
The clan leaders were also infected by the emotion, watching the path, listening to the footsteps, highly tense.
Suddenly.
A head appeared from the path.
"Lin…"
Mo Ningxiang was just about to shout excitedly but froze, tears flowed unstoppably, standing dazed like being under an Immobilization Spell, lost and forlorn.
The one coming up the mountain was Ling Wudeng.
Her body went limp, collapsing to the ground, involuntarily trembling, eyes vacant as she stared at the ground, completely expressionless.
Yi Shengtang also shuddered, gasped sharply, closing his eyes in despair.
He now faced a difficult choice.
To save or not to save.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Dongn Buju excitedly clapped his hands, arrogantly triumphant, seeing Mo Ningxiang broken spirited, he laughed even more maniacally.
"Good! Ling Wudeng, well done!"
Yet when he took a closer look, he found Ling Wudeng also covered in wounds, his clothing stained with quite a bit of blood, looking completely drained.
Dongn Buju frowned slightly, his expression turned graver.
But regardless, the one who returned was Ling Wudeng, the one dead was Lin Fan!
That was worth celebrating.
"Clan Leader…"
Ling Wudeng reached Dongn Buju, saluting with hands clasped, called out weakly.
"Well done, attendant Ling. What about Lin Fan?"
Dongn Buju smirked maliciously, he asked on purpose to completely shatter Mo Ningxiang's hopes, to utterly dash her dreams.
Ling Wudeng closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, lowered his head.
"I was incompetent, let Lin Fan escape."
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