46: get along

Mo Yuhan’s heart skipped a beat. He spoke without hesitation, his voice firm and sincere: "I want to see it too."

Ah Yin quietly watched him for a few seconds.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting delicate shadows on her long eyelashes.

The stream gurgled, birds chirped, and time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Finally, that smile, as if containing the vitality of the entire spring, fully bloomed on her face, dazzlingly bright.

"Good," she said softly, only one word, but her voice carried a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and genuine joy from the bottom of her heart.

Mo Yuhan felt as if a huge stone had landed in his heart with a thud, and immense joy, like a warm tide, instantly engulfed his limbs and bones.

It was done. He had finally succeeded in temporarily and firmly Binding this pure Blue Silver Emperor to his side.

Far away from that tragic vortex named Tang Hao.

"That’s great!"

Mo Yuhan couldn't help but exclaim softly, his face beaming with a brilliant smile, showing the youthful exuberance of his true age.

He reached out his hand, seemingly wanting to express something, but then felt it was not quite appropriate, and scratched his head a little awkwardly, which made Ah Yin let out a very soft but melodious laugh like a silver bell.

The sun was bright, the stream sang, and white petals still drifted silently in the wind.

Two figures stood under the blossoming ancient tree, one in a blue dress with dark hair, serene like a forest elf.

The other with bright eyes, full of youthful vigor and determination.

The threads of fate, at this moment, quietly intertwined, deviating from their original path soaked in blood and tears.

A month's time, like sand slipping through fingers, quietly passed in the forest's morning mist and the faint glow of the campfire.

Mo Yuhan and Ah Yin, this peculiar pair, had long left the rebuilding village, like two free clouds, wandering along the winding edges of the Star Dou Great Forest towards the unknown distance.

The pace of the journey was relaxed and free.

There was no clear destination, only exploration at will.

They waded through clear streams, paved with colorful pebbles, the cool water reaching their ankles. Ah Yin would bend down, her fingertips gently touching the water, and a few startled small fish would, under her guidance, curiously swim around her fair ankles, playing.

They climbed hills with open views, overlooking the undulating forest canopy below, like a green ocean, watching flocks of birds sweep across the sky, leaving long chirps.

They occasionally stopped in valleys full of unknown wildflowers. Ah Yin would close her eyes, spread her arms, feeling the breeze caress her hair, carrying the fragrance of pollen and grass, as if resonating with the life breath of the entire valley.

Mo Yuhan often searched nearby for peculiar ores or herbs with special medicinal properties to introduce to Ah Yin, occasionally even clumsily picking a bouquet of brightly colored wildflowers to give her, which earned him a look of helpless amusement from her.

Ah Yin was like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing every detail about the human World.

She curiously observed the villagers they occasionally encountered, who ventured into the forest's edge to gather wild produce or herbs.

She watched how they used simple tools to dig up tubers buried deep underground, how they used special knots to bind their harvest, how they conversed in local dialects with strong accents, and even how they showed genuine, simple, contented smiles over a small harvest.

Whenever this happened, her emerald eyes would light up with curiosity, and she would pull Mo Yuhan to quietly observe from a distance for a long time, then softly ask about the meaning of the behaviors and languages she didn't understand.

Mo Yuhan became her most patient and "professional" guide and interpreter.

He not only explained those behaviors but also extended to the division of labor in human society, trade, and even some simple rules.

He spoke of the bustling markets, the differences in food flavors from different regions, the shrewd calculations of innkeepers, the mercenary life of licking blood from blades...

His stories were still captivating, but he no longer deliberately transmitted "negative news" about the Clear Sky Sect and Tang Hao, instead focusing more on describing the vastness of the Dou Qi Continent and the various aspects of human life.

"Ah Yin, look at the purple vines hanging from that cliff over there, don't they look like a waterfall?"

Mo Yuhan pointed to a distant rock face covered in small purple flowers, his tone intimate and natural.

He was much shorter than Ah Yin, but he called her "Ah Yin" without any psychological burden.

Ah Yin looked in the direction he pointed, her lips curving into a gentle arc: "Hmm, it's very beautiful. Yu Han, your eyes are really sharp."

That afternoon, they passed through a dense, primeval forest area where sunlight could barely penetrate.

The air was filled with the heavy scent of humus and a faint miasma. The ground beneath their feet was slippery and soft, covered with thick moss and fallen leaves.

It was exceptionally quiet all around, with only the occasional chirping of unknown insects, which only added to the oppressive atmosphere.

However, peaceful days are ultimately interludes.

Moonlight, like water, quietly flowed over a towering broken cliff on the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The night wind, carrying the forest's unique dampness and the fresh scent of plants, swept over the clifftop, stirring their clothes and hair.

Below the cliff was an endless expanse of forest canopy, undulating like a dark ocean under the moonlight, stretching to the distant horizon, where it met the star-studded night sky.

Above, the boundless deep blue sky, the Milky Way like a ribbon, spanning the heavens, billions of stars scattered within likeBroken diamonds, shimmering with cool and eternal light.

Mo Yuhan and Ah Yin sat side by side on a flat and large rock.

A tranquil and subtle atmosphere permeated the air, carrying a hint of faint sorrow.

Mo Yuhan's gaze fell on Ah Yin's profile.

Moonlight, like silver gauze, cascaded down, outlining her delicate jawline, her elegant nose, and her long, thick eyelashes.

She was slightly tilted her head back, gazing at the vast starry river, her emerald eyes reflecting the brilliant starlight, as profound as the universe itself, flowing with a distant and serene glow.

The night wind stirred a few strands of dark hair by her temples, gently brushing her fair cheek.

"So beautiful..."

Ah Yin murmured softly, her voice like a dream, carrying an almost devout longing, "No matter how many times I see it, this vast starry river makes one feel their own insignificance."

She slightly turned her head to look at Mo Yuhan, starlight falling into her eyes, breathtakingly beautiful, "Xiao Han, look at that brightest star, doesn't it look like that glowing little flower we saw by the stream?"

Following the direction of her slender finger, Mo Yuhan saw the brilliant Sirius in the night sky.

He smiled and nodded: "Yes, it does."

But a pang of sadness arose in his heart; such a peaceful and beautiful moment was about to be broken.

He was silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the cold rock beneath him.

Finally, he took a deep breath, as if having made some kind of decision, his voice rising in the silent night sky, with a hint of deliberately suppressed calm.

"Ah Yin."

"Hmm?" Ah Yin still looked up at the starry sky, only softly responding, her voice slightly rising at the end, with a hint of inquiry.

"I..." Mo Yuhan paused, organizing his words, trying to make his voice sound less heavy, "I need to leave for a while."

Ah Yin's posture, looking up at the starry sky, seemed to freeze for a moment.

The night wind was still blowing, but the tranquil aura around her seemed like a lake into which a stone had been thrown, rippling imperceptibly.

Under the moonlight, her flawless profile turned towards Mo Yuhan, her emerald eyes no longer reflecting the starry river, but clearly reflecting Mo Yuhan's young and serious face.

"Leave?" Her voice was very soft, like a falling feather, yet it clearly penetrated the night wind, "Go where?"

There was no questioning, no pleading, only the most direct inquiry, so calm that Mo Yuhan's heart suddenly tightened.

"A... very distant place."

Mo Yuhan avoided specific names; he couldn't explain the existence of the Dou Qi Continent.

"I still have some things I must do."

He met Ah Yin's gaze, trying to make his eyes appear sincere and frank, "Very important things, concerning another important relative of mine."

Ah Yin listened quietly, starlight falling on her long eyelashes, casting small fan-shaped shadows.

Silence spread between the two. This silence was heavier than any words, pressing down on Mo Yuhan almost to the point of suffocation.

Ah Yin's gaze returned to the vast starry river.

But Mo Yuhan keenly noticed that the starlight in her eyes seemed to have dimmed considerably.

She hugged her knees, her body slightly curled up, her chin gently resting on her knees. That posture revealed a silent vulnerability and loneliness.

The night wind stirred her blue-green skirt and long dark hair, and moonlight flowed over her, yet it seemed unable to bring a trace of warmth.

Time passed in silence, each second as long as a century. On the clifftop, there was only the sound of the wind, and the faint hooting of a night owl from deep within the distant forest.

After an unknown period, so long that Mo Yuhan almost thought time had frozen.

Ah Yin finally moved.

She very slowly released her hands from around her knees.

She didn't look at Mo Yuhan, but just lowered her head, her gaze falling on her hands clasped on her knees.

Those hands, with long, slender fingers, fair as jade, seemed to emit a soft glow under the moonlight.

She raised her right hand, reaching for a strand of silver hair that fell across her chest, her fingertips gently twisting at the ends of the hair a few times. Mo Yuhan held his breath, seeing a few extremely tiny, yet intensely vibrant, blue-green light spots, like living fireflies, flowing from her fingertips, gently Binding around those strands of hair.

Immediately after, a shocking scene occurred.

Those few strands of hair, entwined with blue-green light spots, actually began to grow and intertwine slowly and spontaneously, as if they had a life of their own.

They were not woven, but like living vines, under the guidance of Ah Yin's incomparably pure original life energy from her fingertips, they spontaneously and exquisitely interwove and gathered.

This process was silent, yet filled with an indescribable magical rhythm.

Mo Yuhan watched intently; he recognized that energy—it was the Blue Silver Emperor's most core original life force. She was actually using her original power to weave him a... farewell gift.