When the White Moonlight Holds the Script - Chapter 24.4

Su Chaya’s guilt only deepened. “Though I can’t treat the root cause, I should be able to alleviate your current feverish symptoms. Please wait a moment.”

Su Chaya went into an inner room and returned with a bowl of dark green medicinal soup that carried a slightly pungent odor.

Even Bo Mingwei, who had a slight aversion to uncleanliness, couldn’t help but change her expression.

Misinterpreting Bo Mingwei’s reaction, Su Chaya said, “My abilities are limited, and I am truly ashamed. I won’t accept any payment for this bowl of medicine.”

Bo Mingwei: …

As if she cared about the money!

Suppressing a laugh, Zhu Zhihan didn’t refuse the kindness and took the bowl, gulping down the contents in a few swift swallows.

Miraculously, as soon as the medicine entered her stomach, she felt a burning warmth spread within, but it wasn’t unpleasant instead, it felt cozy and soothing.

She almost felt like dozing off right there.

Su Chaya offered her own bed, but Zhu Zhihan waved her hand in refusal. However, she couldn’t resist the insistence of the two women.

In the end, she lay down.

Drowsy and lethargic on the couch, she could hear the two people outside seemingly discussing something related to the secret realm.

Su Chaya, the clan leader’s daughter, seemed to have some doubts about the opening of the secret realm this time, saying she had an ominous dream, a warning from the Deer God.

Bo Mingwei asked, “Didn’t you inform the leaders of the Immortal Alliance?”

Su Chaya replied, “I did, but the leaders didn’t seem to take any corresponding measures.”

Bo Mingwei fell silent for a moment. “Dreams are too elusive. It’s only natural to have doubts.”

Su Chaya said nothing more.

Zhu Zhihan hazily thought: Dreams, the Deer God.

It felt somewhat familiar.

Just then, a commotion erupted outside the tent.

Zhu Zhihan thought she heard the voice of her Sixth Junior Brother.

“Shameless scoundrels of the Heavenly Mirror Sect! Hand over my junior sister!”

No, it wasn’t just her imagination.

It really was Sixth Junior Brother.

Why would Sixth Junior Brother come here, and how dare he speak like that?

Could it be?

Her mind cleared abruptly, and she sat up from the bed.

In the outer chamber, Su Chaya and Bo Mingwei were already gone, confirming Zhu Zhihan’s suspicions.

She hurried outside.

The vast snowy landscape, even at night, remained bright under the moonlight.

In the distance, several familiar figures stood facing off against the members of the Heavenly Mirror Sect.

Some members of the Deer Cloud Clan had gathered around, watching warily, as if afraid a fight might break out in their territory.

Zhu Zhihan spotted that blazing red figure almost instantly.

The figure was holding a blade, stepping forward one stride at a time in the snow, the tip of the blade tracing a long trail behind her.

With each step she took, the Heavenly Mirror Sect disciples involuntarily retreated.

Zhu Zhihan suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Her formidable master, the Dao Lord Luan Wu, whom even ghosts feared, had finally arrived.

She quietly made her way toward that direction.

From afar, she could hear the Heavenly Mirror Sect disciples trying to bolster each other’s courage: “Why are you retreating? Do you really think she’d dare cut us down?”

“Wouldn’t she?”

“…” It seemed she really would.

They grew even more terrified.

Then, Bo Mingwei roared angrily, “Enough!”

Bo Mingwei glared at Luan Wu, her voice dripping with hostility. “Is she your disciple?”

Luan Wu replied nonchalantly, “By seniority and by strength, even your father should bow respectfully to me. Junior, what gives you the right to speak to me like this?”

As her words fell, a terrifying aura surged from her.

Thud, thud. The Heavenly Mirror Sect disciples knelt one after another.

Bo Mingwei’s bones creaked under the pressure. She gritted her teeth and held on for a few breaths but ultimately couldn’t withstand it, her knees forced heavily into the snow.

Luan Wu’s dark hair fluttered wildly in the wind, her expression indifferent. The red at the corners of her eyes contrasted sharply with the flame-like design on her forehead, blending with the swirling snow, a mix of danger and madness.

It reminded Zhu Zhihan of the night the demons invaded the Sumeru Realm.

Watching from afar, she deeply felt that during the grand selection back then, Luan Wu had indeed shown her mercy.

Su Chaya stood to the side, trying to mediate, but her gentle and soft-spoken nature made her efforts ineffective though, Zhu Zhihan couldn’t imagine anyone capable of persuading Luan Wu anyway.

“Where have you hidden her?”

Luan Wu raised her Miao blade, using the flat of the blade to lift Bo Mingwei’s chin, forcing her to look up.

Bo Mingwei, drenched in cold sweat under the oppressive aura, let out a cold laugh upon hearing the question.

“Not talking?”

Bo Mingwei’s lips moved. She made no sound, only forming words with her mouth. Zhu Zhihan struggled to decipher them, it seemed to be four words.

Luan Wu’s expression shifted slightly. The tip of her blade pressed forward, piercing the skin of Bo Mingwei’s neck. Blood welled up from the wound, a glaring, vivid red.

Zhu Zhihan saw the situation deteriorating.

If this continued, Luan Wu would end up killing Bo Mingwei.

It wasn’t that she felt any pity for Bo Mingwei. But if they killed the young master of Tianjing Sect, even if the sect leader didn’t value his children, he would still retaliate out of pride!

Their struggling little sect couldn’t afford to make things worse.

“Master!”

Zhu Zhihan could no longer hide herself. She stepped out of the shadows and hurried toward Luan Wu and the others.

The terrifying pressure emanating from Luan Wu eased slightly.

Bo Mingwei turned and saw Zhu Zhihan, her pupils contracting sharply. “No!”

No one dared to stop Zhu Zhihan.

She made it smoothly into the circle of people and stood before Luan Wu.

Perhaps because she was ill, even those few steps of jogging left her slightly breathless.

“Master, I’m fine.”

She explained the whole story from beginning to end, adding that although she hadn’t been willing, Bo Mingwei had, after all, brought her here for treatment, a favor she had to acknowledge.

With earnest concern, she urged Luan Wu to consider the merits and faults canceling each other out and to spare Bo Mingwei’s life.

Luan Wu’s gaze swept over Zhu Zhihan carefully, as if confirming she was unharmed, before finally withdrawing the blade from Bo Mingwei’s neck.

Still, she kept the knife positioned between Bo Mingwei and Zhu Zhihan.

Behind Luan Wu, Sixth Brother waved at her. “Junior Sister, come over here!”

Wan Mengchen and the eldest senior brother also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, smiling at her.

Zhu Zhihan moved past Bo Mingwei, about to head toward Sixth Brother and the others.

But as she passed Bo Mingwei, she felt something tug at the corner of her robe Bo Mingwei had grabbed hold of her.

Zhu Zhihan paused, turning back.

The moment Bo Mingwei moved, Luan Wu had already pressed the blade back against her neck.

But Bo Mingwei didn’t let go.

“Master, hold off on the blade for now.” Zhu Zhihan frowned, looking at Bo Mingwei. “What are you doing?”

Bo Mingwei’s lips moved again, her voice barely audible.

Zhu Zhihan said patiently, “Please let go.”

“No!” At this moment, Zhu Zhihan finally heard Bo Mingwei’s voice.

Bo Mingwei’s voice was hoarse.

“You can’t leave.”

“You might not believe it, but I felt an instant connection with you. Maybe my methods were wrong, but I truly meant well toward you.”

“Can you give me another chance? I won’t say things that upset you anymore.”

“Please don’t go, okay?”

Someone who had always been so proud and so poor at expressing herself had finally learned to speak her mind under the gaze of so many people.

She looked utterly disheveled, as if brought down to the dust.

A flicker of astonishment crossed Zhu Zhihan’s face.

She had genuinely never imagined that Bo Mingwei would say such things one day.

She looked intently into Bo Mingwei’s eyes.

This person seemed different from before.

But,so what?

It was too late.

In the end, she merely reached out, pulled the corner of her garment from Bo Mingwei’s grasp, and spoke in a detached tone.

“Sorry, Young Sect Leader, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Then, without another glance at Bo Mingwei, she turned and walked toward the direction of her Sixth Junior Brother and the others.

Luan Wu cast an ambiguous glance at Bo Mingwei before sheathing her blade.

With the long sword secured, she too turned and left.

The wind and snow seemed to grow fiercer.

Crushed under Luan Wu’s oppressive aura, Bo Mingwei had no strength to stand up, much less to plead for her to stay.

She remained kneeling wretchedly in the snow, watching the distant white, slender figure gradually fade away until there was no trace left.

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