162: Chapter 162 Miss Xiaotang?

She first helped her Revered Master, who had also fallen into the water, to the bank, then turned around, looking at Ye Changge with evasive eyes.

She clearly wanted to look at him, yet she dared not.

She wanted to look, yet feared to look.

That gaze was evasive and furtive,

like a child who had done something wrong, wanting to ask for forgiveness yet not knowing how to speak.

Xiao Caiyue saw all of this.

Resting in Ye Changge's embrace, her originally bashful and annoyed mood gradually calmed, replaced by a subtle strangeness.

This woman... actually knew her husband?

And listening to that sweet "Senior Ye," observing those evasive yet uncontrollable furtive glances,

this relationship was likely not ordinary.

Xiao Caiyue muttered in her heart.

She raised her head and shot Ye Changge a glare.

The meaning of that look could not be more obvious.

How did her own husband have so many romantic debts outside?

Sensing the gaze of the person in his arms, Ye Changge sheepishly rubbed his nose.

He looked toward Ling Xiaotang and coughed lightly, breaking the subtle silence:

"Miss Xiaotang."

His voice was gentle, carrying a hint of surprise at their reunion, but nothing else unusual.

Hearing this, Ling Xiaotang's body trembled slightly.

She raised her eyes, finally daring to look directly at Ye Changge.

In those clear eyes, moisture shimmered slightly.

"Senior Ye... I..."

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but did not know where to start.

Watching Ling Xiaotang's eyes that were evasive yet couldn't help but peek, Ye Changge felt a complex mix of emotions.

Since their parting in the Secret Realm back then, he would occasionally think of this young girl who had gifted him a foundation establishment spiritual item,

thinking that if they had the fate to meet again in the future, he must thank her properly.

Yet he never expected that their reunion would be under such circumstances.

He gently patted Xiao Caiyue's shoulder, signaling her to be calm, then looked toward the purple figure beside Ling Xiaotang.

At this moment, that woman lay quietly on the bank, her purple dress completely soaked by the river water,

the thin fabric clinging tightly to her body, outlining an exquisite, slender, and curvaceous figure.

The drenched dress was nearly translucent, faintly revealing the snow-white skin beneath.

A pair of slender jade legs were exposed from beneath the hem of the skirt, straight and long with delicate ankles; further down,

were a pair of jade feet painted with purple nail polish, currently stained with water droplets, shimmering with a lustrous glow under the light.

She lay there quietly, her entire being exuding a temptation that stirred one's heart and soul.

It was as if all the charm in the world had condensed upon this body.

Making one unable to resist the urge to pin her down and ravage her!

Ye Changge's gaze fell upon that figure, his pupils slightly constricting.

He had seen countless women and had many wives and concubines; what kind of beauty hadn't he seen?

Yet this woman before him, even just lying there unconscious, exuded a mature, charming, and soul-captivating aura from her entire being,

which actually caused him, someone accustomed to beauty, to lose focus for a moment!

Just at the moment his heart wavered—

A slight vibration suddenly came from above his head, bringing a sense of clarity.

peach blossom luck gu worm!

Ye Changge instantly regained his senses, his brows furrowing slightly.

He looked toward the Woman in Purple, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

"Hm? Is this her Revered Master, the Spider Gu Envoy of the Five Gu Sect, Nangong Zili?"

He just now... could he have been hit by a charm technique?

But that wasn't right.

Ye Changge carefully recalled that in that instant just now, he had not sensed any fluctuation of spiritual power.

He was now at the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, and his Divine Sense was powerful;

if the other party had cast a charm technique, no matter how concealed, he would definitely have noticed.

Yet just now... there was nothing.

"Could it be some kind of Physique?"

Ye Changge pondered secretly in his heart.

He was not unfamiliar with Physiques.

Among his own offspring, there was Ye Tian who possessed the Yimu Physique,

so he had some exposure to information about Physiques.

He knew that some Physiques were born with a certain special aura,

able to naturally influence others without needing to cast any techniques.

If that was really the case, then this Nangong Zili's Physique... was truly extraordinary.

Ye Changge steadied himself, withdrew his gaze, and looked toward Ling Xiaotang.

Ling Xiaotang was currently bowing her head, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her skirt, her knuckles slightly white from the force.

She was wearing a goose-yellow dress, also soaked through,

her thin figure trembling gently in the breeze.

Water droplets hung on her fair cheeks, indistinguishable whether they were river water or tears.

She dared not look at Ye Changge.

Clearly she had been haunted by dreams of him for so long, clearly she had imagined the scene of their reunion countless times,

but now that the moment had truly arrived, she didn't even have the courage to look up at him.

She was now a Cultivator of the Demonic Path.

And he... having acted so righteously back then, must surely be a Cultivator of the Righteous Path who hated evil.

Would he despise her?

Would he think she was a bad person?

Would he...

As Ling Xiaotang thought this, her eyes reddened.

Just at this moment, a gentle voice reached her ears:

"Miss Xiaotang."

Ling Xiaotang's body trembled violently.

She raised her eyes, finally daring to look at Ye Changge.

In those clear eyes, moisture shimmered slightly.

"Senior Ye... I... I..."

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but did not know where to start.

"It is me, Senior..."

She was incoherent, unable to speak clearly.

How she wished to throw herself into his arms, just like back in the Secret Realm, laughing and thanking him without any reservations.

But she dared not.

What right did she have?

She was now a Cultivator of the Demonic Path, a stray dog being hunted down.

And he remained that same refined, jade-like, and extraordinary figure.

Ling Xiaotang could only stand blankly in place, clutching her skirt tightly, not knowing what to do.

Watching the young girl before him who looked so pitiful, like a child who had done something wrong, Ye Changge's heart softened.

He coughed lightly and asked gently:

"Miss Xiaotang, how did you end up here?"

Hearing this, Ling Xiaotang's heart tightened.

She bit her lip, and finally gathered her courage, speaking stutteringly:

"Se-Senior, I-I and my Revered Master... were hunted by people from the Qingshui Sword Sect, used a Ten-Thousand-Mile Escape Talisman, and then... and then we arrived here..."

As she spoke, her voice grew quieter and quieter, and her head bowed lower and lower.

She dared not look at Ye Changge's reaction.

She feared seeing the disappointment in his eyes.

She feared seeing him frown.

She feared seeing him turn and leave.

She thought, he must be extremely disappointed.

She had become a Cultivator of the Demonic Path, an object hunted by the Righteous Path.

When he saved her back then, he must have been an upright and kind person; now seeing her in this state...

As Ling Xiaotang thought this, her eyes reddened further, little pearls of tears spinning in her eyes, ready to fall at any moment.

Watching her in this state, Ye Changge felt a pang of heartache.

Such a young girl, how much suffering had she endured?

He naturally understood what Ling Xiaotang was worried about.

Demonic Path? Righteous Path?