"Let make this clear. I don’t like won."
"You’re wrong, Miss Leng."
Chu Jing’s reply was calm.
"There are no real boundaries when it cos to love."
She looked at Leng Shuang directly.
"Xiao Mu might have been fake."
She paused.
"But what I felt from Xiao Mu... was real."
Her voice didn’t rise. There was no dramatic emphasis.
Only quiet certainty.
"Sooner or later," she continued, "you’ll co to accept it."
A faint pause.
"This is my promise."
Leng Shuang’s expression darkened slightly.
"Don’t say such ridiculous things," she said sharply. "I will never choose a woman as my partner."
"We’ll see." Chu Jing replied with absolute confidence.
There wasn’t even a faint trace of hesitation in her tone.
"Let’s see, which is stronger—"
She paused slightly, choosing her words.
"...your certainty, or my persistence."
Leng Shuang stared at her.
For the first ti, she felt a slight headache coming on.
This woman was completely unreasonable.
She didn’t seem like she was joking.
’Master...’
A faint thought surfaced in her mind.
’What would you do... in my place?’
***
Su Mo had no idea that, at this very mont, his dear disciple was facing one of the most troubleso situations of her life.
He and Yang Qingxi were still following Lin Fan.
By the ti they caught up again, they had already long crossed the outskirts of Jiangnan City and reached Yanshan Town. The sky had dimd further, and the golden hue of the evening was slowly giving way to a cooler, quieter dusk.
After getting off the truck and thanking the driver, Lin Fan didn’t linger around.
He imdiately began asking around, looking for soone.
A butcher called Butcher Deng.
From above, the two falcons circled silently, keeping a safe distance while observing everything below. Their sharp eyes followed Lin Fan’s every movent as he moved from one passerby to another, his pace quick, and tone urgent.
Su Mo watched thoughtfully.
’A butcher...?
’Is this person connected to his opportunity?’ Su Mo wondered.
Ti passed.
It took Lin Fan nearly half an hour to finally find a useful lead.
An old man sitting by the roadside seed to recognise the na.
"Young man," the old man said slowly, looking Lin Fan up and down, "you’re late. Xiao Deng’s shop should be closed by now. You should co again tomorrow."
Lin Fan’s brows tightened slightly.
Tomorrow?
He didn’t have that kind of ti.
"Grandpa, I have sothing urgent to discuss with Butcher Deng," he said, forcing his tone to remain polite. "Could you tell where I can find him?"
The old man looked at him again, slightly surprised by the urgency in his voice.
"Urgent, you say..." he murmured, falling into thought.
After a mont, he nodded faintly.
"By this ti, Xiao Deng should be out for his evening walk."
"Evening walk?"
Lin Fan’s reaction was imdiate.
His voice rose slightly, unable to hide the urgency anymore.
"Which direction, Grandpa?"
The old man blinked, clearly not expecting such intensity.
"...West side of the town," he replied slowly. "There’s a dirt road there. It leads to Yanshan Lake."
"Yanshan Lake..."
Lin Fan repeated under his breath.
For a brief mont, his eyes lit up.
"...So it’s that place."
"What did you say?" the old man asked, unable to catch his words.
"Nothing," Lin Fan quickly replied, smiling. "Thank you, Grandpa."
Without waiting any longer, he turned and ran toward the west side of the town.
The old man watched him leave, shaking his head slightly.
"Young people these days..."
---
High above—
Two falcons watched everything in silence.
Once Lin Fan moved, they flapped their wings and followed.
The distance between them remained steady, as they maintained the pace.
After a short while, Yang Qingxi spoke.
"Su Mo... don’t you think Lin Fan seems a little strange?"
Her tone was calm, but there was a hint of doubt.
"You noticed it too," Su Mo replied.
He kept his gaze fixed ahead, tracking Lin Fan’s direction.
"He’s still chasing his goals. He hasn’t given up on revenge either."
There was a brief pause.
"But... his state feels different."
Yang Qingxi waited.
"It’s like the pressure he’s been carrying since his rebirth has eased," Su Mo continued. "He seems... much lighter."
Yang Qingxi fell silent. She had felt the sa thing.
"If only we had a way to know what he’s thinking," she said after a mont. "We might understand why he’s targeting my family."
A faint sigh escaped her.
"To be honest... he’s not as extre as Ye Chen. Maybe this enmity could have been resolved."
Su Mo didn’t respond imdiately.
Then—
"There are hypnosis techniques in my system," he said casually. "They might work."
Yang Qingxi glanced at him.
"But they’re too expensive. I can’t afford them."
"...As if my system is any cheaper," Yang Qingxi replied flatly.
For a brief mont—
Both of them fell silent.
Then, almost at the sa ti—
They sighed.
---
What they didn’t know was—
Several miles ahead, near Yanshan Lake—
The person Lin Fan was searching for had already run into trouble.
On a quiet dirt path near the lakeside, a burly man stood frozen in place.
Butcher Deng.
Surrounding him were several figures dressed in red robes.
The robes were simple, loose, and distinct—deep red in colour, with bold Chinese nurals marked on their backs. The style resembled sothing out of an old martial world, but the aura they carried was anything but ordinary.
Their presence felt... strong and oppressive.
"W-who are you people?" Butcher Deng stamred, his voice trembling slightly. "Why are you blocking my way?"
His eyes darted between them nervously.
In his mind, thoughts ran wild.
Did he offend soone?
Was this revenge?
Or—
His expression changed slightly.
Could it be...
His affair with his neighbour’s wife had been exposed?
The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seed.
Sweat ford on his forehead.
No matter what—
Admitting his mistake might give him a chance.
"Please forgive !" he blurted out suddenly. "I didn’t an to sleep with his wife! She seduced first!"
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