Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Feiling and Yang Ruolan were running forward at a desperate speed! Now, there was less than a thousand miles to Desperate Lake at Heavenly Sword Peak!
The couple was anxious, but unfortunately, by the time they reached this place, they were already completely exhausted! Their legs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they could no longer move. They could only rest for a while.
In the middle of the night, Yang Ruolan suddenly screamed, waking up from her dream, drenched in cold sweat, her forehead dripping like rain!
"What’s wrong?" Chu Feiling was sitting nearby, meditating to recover his elemental force. He had truly overexerted himself these past few days. This lord-level expert also felt the fatigue of his spirit.
"I... I suddenly saw our son..." Yang Ruolan's eyes widened in shock, her face pale: "I saw... I saw our son, covered in blood, coming to say goodbye to me, ‘...I... I...’"
Her eyes were filled with panic: "Feiling, Brother Chu Yang... the child won’t be in trouble, right?"
"You’re just overthinking it. He’s with his brothers, and with the allied families, there are experts everywhere; how could anything happen?" Chu Feiling comforted her.
"But I always feel uneasy, as if something bad has already happened..." Yang Ruolan furrowed her brow: "My heart is in turmoil... I..."
She hurriedly put on her clothes and paced back and forth in the tent, feeling more and more restless, her heart completely losing its calm. All her thoughts were filled with ominous premonitions...
The entire second half of the night, Yang Ruolan walked back and forth in the tent, anxious, her breath quickening.
As dawn broke, she pulled Chu Feiling up: "Let’s go!"
Poor Chu Feiling had barely recovered half of his strength before being dragged up to run wildly.
"If you delay my meeting with our son, I’ll skin you alive!" Yang Ruolan said fiercely, her eyes flashing with anger.
The couple ran all the way; this place was already sparsely populated, and there were no good targets left to rob.
By noon, they finally encountered members of the Ao Clan coming down from Heavenly Sword Peak, riding proudly.
With flags flying high, they were strong and robust.
It was clear that they had won the battle.
Chu Feiling stepped forward to block them, inquiring about the situation, and learned that Chu Yang's side had achieved victory. Instantly, both of them felt relieved.
They did not dare to reveal their identities, merely asking a question, claiming to be Chu Yang’s elders. Ao Tianxing naturally treated them with courtesy, warmly welcoming them and informing them that Chu Yang and the others were still on the mountain...
Yang Ruolan was overjoyed, watching the Ao Clan and other families leave the mountain, and the couple began their ascent...
Although they received the definite news, Yang Ruolan still felt a heavy weight in her heart, suffocating her. Not being able to see her son in person left her unable to feel at ease.
Three days passed!
Mo Qingwu suddenly woke up sharply from her warm jade bed, shouting: "Brother Chu Yang!" She was drenched in cold sweat, her eyes wide open.
She trembled as if hit by a sudden chill.
On the third day, Tie Butian was holding Tie Yang while reviewing memorials in the imperial study. The child was sweetly asleep in his arms.
However, as Tie Butian was reviewing, he suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. With a loud thunk, he jabbed his red pen into the memorial, leaving a striking mark.
Suddenly, he became restless, his heart tightening.
She shivered slightly, as if a cold wind had made her icy all over, and she quietly walked to the window, staring into the dark night, her brow furrowed.
What happened?
Is it you, Chu Yang?
If not you, then who has stirred my heart?
Chu Yang desperately tried to wake up!
The sudden appearance of Meng Chaoran's gaze in his mind brought back a faint clarity! Perhaps this was the only moment of clarity he could find amidst all the calamity!
So, Chu Yang grasped onto it like a drowning person clutching a straw!