On the flat official road, a group of people were galloping on horseback.
They were the group who had recently left Witch Capital Mountain.
Cheng Mingyue looked at Zhu Yue, who had remained silent with seemingly low spirits since their departure, and thought for a mont before approaching him while everyone took a break.
"Senior Brother." She handed over a water pouch, "Have so water."
Zhu Yue glanced at her but did not reach out to take it: "I have my own, thank you."
He pointed to the pouch on his horse. Everyone was equipped with a water pouch.
Cheng Mingyue bit her lip but did not leave, instead sitting down beside Zhu Yue.
Zhu Yue cast her a glance and shifted slightly away: "Junior Sister Cheng, n and won should keep their distance; it’s best to avoid misunderstanding."
Cheng Mingyue’s face turned pale; she seed slightly distressed but more saddened—that her Senior Brother, even after losing his mory, still refused to be close to her.
She whispered reluctantly: "I joined the master’s school when I was young and grew up with Senior Brother; what is there to avoid?"
Zhu Yue replied lightly: "Even as senior and junior siblings, there is still a concept of avoiding intimacy between n and won."
How could he not see that this Junior Sister harbored different feelings for him?
Cheng Mingyue never concealed her admiration for Zhu Yue.
In fact, before Zhu Yue lost his mory, Cheng Mingyue always believed that the woman who would stand beside him as the Alliance Hierarch’s wife would surely be herself.
It wasn’t only Cheng Mingyue who thought this; many martial artists thought the sa.
In the martial world, in terms of reputation and martial arts, who else could match Fairy Ming Yue?
But Zhu Yue always viewed this Junior Sister he grew up with as a sister.
Silence fell between them.
After a while, soone started to get up, clearly having rested enough and ready to set off again.
Zhu Yue also got up and said to Cheng Mingyue, "Junior Sister Cheng, it’s ti to go."
Cheng Mingyue felt despondent and suddenly said, "Senior Brother, do you know that Junior Sister has always admired you?"
After all, she was only a seventeen-year-old girl; when she said this, a faint blush appeared on Cheng Mingyue’s face.
She was beautiful, and such a deanor was undoubtedly very alluring.
Yet Zhu Yue rely glanced at her and said, "Although Zhu Yue has lost his mory, he still knows his own mind. Zhu Yue has never harbored any romantic feelings for Junior Sister Cheng."
After speaking, he no longer looked at Cheng Mingyue and mounted his horse with a swift movent.
Leaving Cheng Mingyue standing there alone, her blush fading rapidly, struck pale by Zhu Yue’s blunt words.
The Zhu Yue from before would never have spoken such cold words.
Having lost his mories of the past, Zhu Yue indeed had fewer reservations.
Mu Qingfeng saw his young disciple still standing there and shouted loudly: "Ming Yue! It’s ti to go!"
Cheng Mingyue returned to her senses and responded softly, then mounted her horse, and the group set off once more.
Not long after they left, a figure began to walk slowly from a distance.
She appeared to walk very slowly, as if she were leisurely admiring flowers in spring, yet just a mont ago, she was a distant figure, indistinct to the eye; the next mont, she was already nearby.
If there were martial artists present, they would undoubtedly marvel at this incredible Qinggong.
This person was Gu Shengyin, who had been following the group of martial artists all the way from Witch Capital Mountain.
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A new day began.
This story is sweet, taking a light-hearted path.
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