Chapter 6
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Injured and caught by the hunters … "
Rong Ran smiled sweetly.
"It will fly back to me sooner or later."
Chapter 4: Wolf Walk
The sun was shining brightly.
Rong Ran had already left, but her words still lingered in Helan Ze's mind.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the door. After waiting for an hour, he opened the door again and walked into the room softly.
The person on the bed was already fast asleep. Her long eyelashes were closed, casting a shadow as thick as a crow's wing. He lay on his side, his arm resting on the edge of the bed. His breathing was slow and quiet.
Only the red on her lips was glaring.
Helan Ze dipped a handkerchief in water and wiped the blood on Ye Yunlan's lips. His movements were careful, afraid that he would wake the person on the bed.
After he was done, his fingertips couldn't help but touch the mole at the end of her eye. However, he only touched it once before it shrank back as if it was scalded.
He took a deep breath, his throat dry from thirst.
Helan Ze couldn't help but recall the scene from many years ago.
That morning, he had important matters to attend to back to the sect. When he hurriedly flew past the mountain gate on his sword, he caught a glimpse of a figure on the three thousand long steps outside the mountain gate.
It was a youth in tattered clothes, walking up the mountain step by step.
The long sword brought a gust of wind as it flew across the sky. It happened to blow the youth's clothes and long hair.
The youth seemed to have sensed something and looked up at him.
The youth's eyes were filled with the light of dawn, but the mole at the end of his eye seemed to be stained with the blood of the setting sun.
That soul-stirring beauty made one's heart pound. It was unforgettable.
Helan Ze couldn't forget it.
However, when he finished his business and hurried back to the mountain gate, the youth was already gone.
During that time, Helan Ze was passionate about teaching his fellow disciples.
His sword skills were superb and he looked down on his peers. All the disciples of the sect yearned for his guidance. Countless people surrounded him.
However, that youth was nowhere to be seen.
He thought that the youth might not be a disciple of Tenzong. If he was, with such looks, how could he be unknown?
Therefore, he stopped thinking about it and closed his door to practice his sword skills.
Rong Ran was his good friend.
One of them was the senior brother of the sect, and the other was the personal disciple of the sect master. They often worked together on sect missions and were familiar with each other.
But that was all.
Rong Ran was very beautiful, and her beauty was breathtaking. However, Helan Ze had already seen the most beautiful scenery in the world. When he looked at her again, he felt that everything else paled in comparison.
Rong Ran would often be accompanied by a young man wearing a mask. He Lan Ze once asked for the reason, and Rong Ran only said that the young man was ugly and did not want to show his real face.
And so, he believed it.
It wasn't until the divine fire in the secret realm went out of control that a group of disciples were trapped in a restriction while trying to escape that he used his sword to break the restriction. However, he still lacked some strength.
Time was running out, and he was already considering launching the forbidden technique. Suddenly, he saw a figure not far away. It was the masked young man who often followed Rong Ran.
He Lan Ze remembered Rong Ran mentioning this person's name.
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