The first thing Xia Pumo felt when he opened his eyes was that his body was like being torn apart. The pain was unbearable, and he couldn't move. What his eyes could see was dark all around. Wait, why couldn't he move? He couldn't even move a finger. He cleared his throat, but he couldn't even utter a word. He tried hard, but he couldn't make any sound at all. “What's wrong with me?” He thought.

He couldn't see anything, and he had never been so fl.u.s.tered. He was in such a dangerous state that he seriously doubted that he would be a piece of meat on the chopping block if some malevolent man came near him.

He tried to run the spiritual power and found that it could still be used, so he slowly used the spiritual power to dredge the tendons and bones of the whole body, hoping it useful.

While he was busy circulating the spiritual power in his body, he heard a sound suddenly and was sure that it was the sound of footsteps. He was keyed up, and the first thing that came to his mind was his zither. Was his zither intact?

Then he thought, “Who is this guy?” He tried to open his mouth to inquire, but he could make no sound except that he could open his mouth wider. Then he felt the guy was close to him. He smelled a fresh peach blossom. It's a woman, and he wondered whether she had a weapon in her hand.

After a long time, he didn't feel her malice. She seemed to be looking at him, and then a gust of wind brushed his face. She was right in front of him. “What is she doing?” He thought.

She caressed his face, which made him uncomfortable. He didn't like the touch of anyone other than Zhe, let alone a woman!

Ronghua was looking at him. She had been sitting here waiting for him to wake up. But what happened was, he opened his eyes, but it was the same as he did not open them— his eyes were blind!

Therefore, Ronghua was testing him just now. As she expected, he was blind. Unexpectedly, the result of that side effect was actually on his eyes. It seemed that things were becoming more and more interesting.

Ronghua said, “Mo.”

He regained consciousness. He listened to the voice and found it was Ronghua!

“Miss Ronghua!” He wanted to sit up, but he couldn't move. Although he had spiritual power, he couldn't move his limbs, and he couldn't see anything. “Miss Ronghua, what time is it? Why is it so dark?” He asked.

Ronghua looked out of the window. The sun was s.h.i.+ning brightly, which was the best time of the day. What a pity!

She said, “Have a good rest, and I will take you to someplace tomorrow.”

With such an abrupt change of subject, Xia Pumo felt that Ronghua was deliberately avoiding his question. “Miss Ronghua….” He said.

“Have a good rest!” Ronghua interrupted him, “We can talk about it tomorrow!”

After covering the quilt for him, Ronghua went out at once and closed the door. After a while, Xia Pumo felt sleepy. Although he forced himself not to fall asleep, Ronghua seemed to let him fall asleep deliberately. Then he closed his eyes unconsciously.

Ronghua came downstairs and sat down at the table. “Servant! Make tea for me.” She said.

“Coming!”

Ronghua was also upset. Xia Pumo was blind, which she was also responsible for actually. If she hadn't given that thing to him, he might have been all right. After Murong Zhe was resurrected, he would seclude with him and spent the rest of his life in peace. But now it seemed that she intended to compel him to join her plan, and once he was involved, he would never be able to get off again!

“My guest, this is your tea!”

Ronghua lightly lifted the cup of tea and looked at it. She regretted it, but she could no longer regret it in the current situation.

“Now that he is engaged, it is better to help him solve some problems.” Ronghua thought.

“Servant!” She called the servant.

The servant answered and came over, “What else can I do for you, miss?”

Ronghua said, “I'd like to inquire about something!”

The servant did not expect that she was going to inquire about something, so suddenly, his face changed. After seeing this, Ronghua silently took out an ingot of silver and put it on the table. The servant reached for it, and then he turned into a smiling face again.

“Go on, please!” The servant said.

Ronghua asked, “Who is Murong Zhe? What's the relations.h.i.+p between Xia Pumo and him? Besides, what had happened between them?”

After hearing about Murong Zhe and Xia Pumo, the servant immediately put away his smile and looked at her with a scare. He asked her with a trembling voice, “Why do you inquire about him, my guest? How about asking something else?”

Ronghua saw his fake smile, and he seemed unwilling to mention it. She took out an elixir, which directly stopped the servant speaking.

The servant was not a fool either. He knew what it was— Poling Elixir, only one pill of which can transform an immortal into a cultivated man. The temptation was so great that he immediately forgot the reason why he didn't want to talk about it.

He reached for it and said, “Murong Zhe appeared more than ten years ago. No one knew where he came from. But when he came to the imperial clan of Zither, he got involved with the second young master of the imperial clan of Zither. The patriarch was going to drive him out, but later, he was somehow allowed to stay, and the patriarch specially asked the second young master to take care of him.”

Ronghua asked, “Is Xia Pumo the second young master of the imperial clan of Zither?”

The servant answered, “Yes! But Xia Pumo is just an illegitimate son of the patriarch. No one knew who his mother was. What was known was that he was brought back by the patriarch, and then the patriarch told the people of the imperial clan of Zither that he was his illegitimate son outside. Fortunately, the biological mother of the first young master pa.s.sed away at that time. Otherwise, it couldn't be expected what would happen!”

“He is a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but no one suspects it? However, his ident.i.ty was admitted by the patriarch, so no one would dare to check it out!” Ronghua thought.

Ronghua asked again, “Are his father and brother kind to him?”

The servant answered, “Emmm… It was difficult to tell whether the patriarch had treated him well or poorly. He had given Xia Pumo the name, ident.i.ty, and status so that he could cultivate in the imperial clan, get the best resources, and enjoy the treatment of the son of the imperial clan of Zither. “

Ronghua was puzzled, “Really? What do you mean?”

“It meant that the patriarch had never cared about Xia Pumo. Moreover, after knowing that he had saved Murong Zhe, the patriarch immediately claimed that he was expelled from the imperial clan of Zither, and he would never belong to the imperial clan of Zither.” The servant answered.

“His father was quite ruthless!” Ronghua thought.

Ronghua asked again, “What about his brother?”

The servant scratched his head and said, “His brother was good to him and cared about everything of him. Once he was bullied, his brother would beat that man up in a flash. Once a time, Xia Pumo defeated the people of the imperial clan of Sword, and then he was besieged and wounded and was locked up for half a month. His brother went crazy when he was looking for him. After he found him, he saw that he had suffered from such severe injuries and almost died. In the following few days, the imperial clan of Sword, who had been beaten hard, had to expel the woman. He didn't stop until the woman's hands were disabled. But…”

Ronghua stopped drinking tea and said, “Continue!”

The servant said, “Alas! After he recalled Murong Zhe's soul and was found, his brother didn't help him and broke one of his legs.”

“His foot was indeed injured, but it was not by the beatings!” Ronghua thought.

She thought to herself, “It seemed that his brother was still helping him at that time. This man is not bad!”

Ronghua waved her hand and said, “Okay, who is Murong Zhe?”

After looking around, the servant whispered in Ronghua's ear, “I hear that he has demon's blood! He belongs to the Race of Demons!”

Ronghua was a little surprised that as a demon, he was so vulnerable, but the blood power in his body was palpable. How could that be? He was mixed-blood! The demon power in his body was strong, but his bloodline didn't purely belong to the Race of Demons. He should be the combination.

The servant continued, “Everyone knows that Murong Zhe… He… He likes Xia Pumo.”

As for these two men, Ronghua was speechless. If they could be together in this way, then he must hope he will come back. As long as there was desire, there would be weaknesses! Look, that's it!

Qingyi looked at the zither in front of her and caressed it gently. The superior Phoebe Zhennan, together with the silk of snow silkworm of more than ten thousand years, was refres.h.i.+ng. The sense of coolness spread to her whole body through the fingertips.

Qingyi's slim and fair fingers were on the surface of the zither, she held her breath and moved her fingers, and then the music of the zither sounded in the mountains suddenly. The melody was gentle but resolute, trickling down, or like flowing water, with a lingering charm. Maybe because the sound of the zither was miserable, the snow fell before the lunar December.

Shortly after the snow fell, a gust of wind came from behind. The wind blew a large snowflake onto her dress.

“The liquor boiled by snow water is tasteless. You come in such a hurry, so I have to invite you to have a cup of tea.” Qingyi said. The teacup floated slowly in front of the man behind her, but he did not reach for it.

Qingyi didn't raise her head. The soft but powerful music was played by her ten slim fingers, which echoed in the valley and their ears.

“She played Danggui to see me off.” The man in black behind her said. Having no idea when he showed himself, but she still couldn't see his face. He was in the dark all over, but a pair of cold eyes could be seen.

Qingyi could not help sneering, and she said, “She is able to love but unable to give. No matter how far the sky appears and how distant the horizon is, if you are destined to be a hero, you are doomed to lose her. She knows herself well enough, and you should have no tears and regrets.”

Qingyi handed over a cup of tea with spiritual power. “The tea is going to be cold. If it is cold, it will not taste good.” She said.

He reached for the cup, and no drop was spilled. He looked at the tea and said, “I drink the tea with my heart aching. Is this the poison?”

Qingyi continued to play the zither, but she looked at the cliff covered by snow. Suddenly, a cold wind blew from the front of her, lifting her white fur.

“Do you know how ugly the snow is?” Qingyi asked.

He looked up, waiting for her to go on.

“Don't you think it's ridiculous to pretend to be the cleanest when it is the dirtiest?” Qingyi stopped playing the zither. Her eyes were deep, and what she said seemed to mean something.

Seeing that he was silent, she continued, “However, only snow knows that it is just monotonous white without foil. Otherwise, how can it be so beautiful?”

“My name is Weilian.” The man in black behind her said. It was a kind of formal meeting. Qingyi turned her head slightly but didn't look at him,

“Qingyi.” Qingyi also announced her name.

“Qingyi? I've heard it from s.h.i.+gong!”

Qingyi's hands paused for a moment. “s.h.i.+gong! What's the relations.h.i.+p between you?” She asked.

He didn't say anything but stepped on the snow and moved closer to Qingyi.

“He's my brother.” He said.

The sound of the zither stopped, and Qingyi's hand suddenly held tightly. Then she asked again, “Is Dongfang your last name?” Weilian looked up, and it couldn't be seen whether he had admitted it or not.

“Poof, hhha…” Qingyi suddenly laughed. Weilian's face turned green. Unexpectedly, she would laugh so rudely.

“Why do you laugh?” He asked.

Still laughing, Qingyi stood up and walked around Weilian for a long time before looking at him.

“The Race of Demon Dongfang, with its bloodline pa.s.sed on from generation to generation, holds strong nine-blood. If it's seized by others, it can make their nature's mystery show.”

“The common people scrambled to seize it, and almost all the clansmen were extinct, only two with the same blood remained, one was s.h.i.+gong, and the other was you!” When Qingyi said, she stressed the word “you”. Weilian finally looked at her with serious eyes. His body sank, and he knelt to the ground, with a depressed m.u.f.fled sound from his knees. Qingyi frowned and thought, “What does he want to do?”

“s.h.i.+gong said you were the princess of the Race of G.o.ds.” He finally explained the purpose of his visit.

Qingyi ceased smiling and turned around to continue sitting in front of the zither. “He tells you everything, and you know quite a lot!”

“Since Your Grace already knows, will you help me?” Weilian asked. Qingyi turned to look at the man kneeling in front of her. “Help you?” She said.

Weilian answered, “Yes! I don't want fame. All I ask now is that I can see her smile again, even at the cost of my life. If I can reincarnate the next life, I only want to be a drop of tear in her eyes, following her to the end of the world. That's enough.”

Seeing that Weilian was so affectionate and sincere, Qingyi didn't want to refuse him. But…

“What do I have to do with her life or death?” Qingyi asked, looking into his eyes. What Qingyi said was cold, which made Weilian didn't know how to answer her. “I never do fruitless things.” Qingyi turned to take back the zither.

“Besides, you were there when the Race of G.o.ds was destroyed. I didn't get even with you, and you'd better not mess with me. I'm not a person easy to get along with. Besides, I hold grudges.” Qingyi didn't look at him anymore. Although she was unwilling to let him go, she was unable to fight with him, the King of Death, with her current power. But he also had to think twice before he fought with her.

Qingyi stopped looking at him and pa.s.sed over him. She said after a pause, “Today, I'll pretend I haven't seen you. The next day, don't do me wrong.” Qingyi pulled the cloak and finally looked at Weilian, kneeling in the snow with cold eyes. With a wave of her hand, a black cloak appeared above Weilian and slowly fell on him. “This is quite suitable for you. It's cool on the ground. Your Highness, stand up. I won't do anything that I'm unable to do.” At that moment, Weilian seemed to feel that he would never see her again.