The full moon hung like a giant silver plate embedded in the black sky.

Silver moonlight fell on the mountain peak, illuminating a man and woman tightly embracing each other.

Their bodies were almost fused into one, with not even a sliver of space between their lips.

The moonlight generously displayed this blush-inducing scene clearly in the eyes of a woman hiding in the distant woods.

Wei Wan’s eyes widened, cheeks flushed, her gaze filled with shock and stupor.

She had grown up in a secluded place with no one around; before the age of twenty, the only person she’d ever seen was her father.

At twenty, her father took her out of that valley, and then she met her "brother."

Her father said she needed to protect her brother.

Then her father took her to Zhenyang Sect, teaching her to be gentle with people, teaching her how to excel.

She quickly became an Inner Sect Disciple, then a Steward Disciple, eventually rising to a Commanding Disciple, second only to the Fairy Ye Xiyue of the current era.

Countless people admired her, and she even ranked on the Beauty Ranking.

But in truth, she was still that naive girl living alone in the hidden valley for twenty years, lonely and ignorant.

Even though surrounded by adoration, she was actually alone.

She didn’t understand what romantic feelings between men and women were.

Nor had she ever had intimate contact with anyone.

Her heart was always a barren wasteland, only awakened by her father’s orders.

Yet at this moment, she witnesses a scene she never imagined.

Junior Brother He and Junior Sister Ruo, they actually...

Wei Wan wanted to avert her gaze, but her body was frozen stiff, unable to move.

So this is what romantic attraction between men and women is... strange and inexplicably captivating?

Wei Wan recalled the scene on Spirit Corpse Mountain when her brother Mo Sha tormented those female cultivators, and once she couldn’t help but ask Mo Sha, "Is this what romance is?"

Mo Sha laughed maniacally, telling her "Yes."

Wei Wan had once been very disgusted by this so-called "romance," because it was too cruel.

But now, seeing the couple embracing on the mountaintop, Wei Wan suddenly understood that Mo Sha had been deceiving her all along.

No, Mo Sha himself didn’t know what true feelings were.

The way Junior Brother He and Junior Sister Ruo were now, that was true emotion.

But why is my heart beating so fast?

This is their love, what does it have to do with me?

I am my father’s daughter, I need to help fulfill his wishes, I... don’t need love.

Wei Wan was startled and finally shifted her gaze, her figure flickering and disappearing in an instant.

On the mountaintop, Qin Gengyun finally let go of Qiu Zhihe.

"She’s gone."

Qiu Zhihe’s cheeks were flushed, her starry eyes hazy, her chest heaving.

"Wife?" Qin Gengyun was surprised, and Qiu Zhihe raised her hand and smacked him, almost knocking him off the mountaintop.

Even with his iron-like body, the hit pained Qin Gengyun sharply: "Wife, why are you hitting me?"

Qiu Zhihe glared at him, annoyed and embarrassed: "How dare you do that to me, in front of others!"

Qin Gengyun chuckled wryly, realizing his wife was embarrassed, quickly saying:

"It was just a spur-of-the-moment plan, otherwise how could we have scared Wei Wan away? Please don’t be angry, wife."

Qiu Zhihe panted for a while before calming down, saying angrily: "Husband, you’re getting more and more audacious!"

Qin Gengyun smiled, knowing that the word "husband" meant she wasn’t angry anymore, he embraced her slender waist and asked:

"Wife, why did you stop me from speaking when we found the body?"

Qiu Zhihe was tightly held, she tapped him again, though this time softly, more like playful bantering, her face slightly red as she explained:

"Wei Wan noticed something too; she might even know who the killer is, but she didn’t speak, suggesting she has other secrets. If you revealed it, it might raise her suspicions."

Qin Gengyun frowned deeply, speaking gravely: "So my suspicions were correct?"

Qiu Zhihe said: "You mean to say that the ten or so corpses were all wounded from behind, and while the wounds were indeed caused by demonic beasts, each person’s face showed shock, not fear, suggesting they weren’t killed by beasts, but murdered?"

Qin Gengyun nodded, and Qiu Zhihe continued: "You also want to say, for them to turn their backs on the beasts and still look so shocked before dying, it had to be someone they were extremely familiar with and trusted?"

"Wife understands me!" Qin Gengyun sighed, then paused, quickly asking:

"Wife, do you know who killed them?"

Qiu Zhihe fell silent.

Back during the Celestial Ridge Mountain battle, before the Three Great Sects surrounded her and her master, she encountered Zheng Shengmo and a group of Zhenyang Sect disciples.

Expecting a fierce battle, who would have thought Zheng Shengmo would throw his disciples at her as meat shields, and as she killed them, he took the chance to escape.

Qiu Zhihe still remembers, those Zhenyang Sect disciples who died by her hands looked just as shocked.

Perhaps they could never have imagined that the elder they respected was so cowardly, willing to sacrifice them to save his own life.

Such actions were unimaginable.

But it was Demon Sect Saintess Xia Qinglian who witnessed this, so Qiu Zhihe couldn’t tell Qin Gengyun.

Moreover, regardless of whether those Zhenyang Sect disciples floating down the spring were killed by Zheng Shengmo, it didn’t matter.

Because Zheng Shengmo would soon die.

However, killing a Zhenyang Sect elder, such an outrageous act, unacceptable to the Righteous Path, she naturally wouldn’t involve Qin Gengyun.

All such sins would be laid at the feet of Xia Qinglian.

And have nothing to do with Qiu Zhihe’s husband Qin Gengyun.

"Wife?"

Qin Gengyun saw Qiu Zhihe not speaking, feeling odd, he asked again.

Qiu Zhihe said: "Husband, all I know is, those Zhenyang Sect disciples might not have only died at the hands of demonic beasts, but Wei Wan should know more than I do. She didn’t speak, so naturally, you can’t either."

"But..."

Qin Gengyun frowned: "In recent days, witnessing Zhenyang Sect disciples sacrificing themselves to resist the beast tide, I really can’t bear to see them die in vain."

"Husband." Qiu Zhihe placed her small hand on his chest, her voice soft:

"Trust me, good and evil will be repaid."

"Wife..." Qin Gengyun wrapped her petite body in his arms, his voice softening, lowering his head to find those tender cherry lips.

But Qiu Zhihe pushed him away.

"Wife?" Qin Gengyun said in surprise.

Qiu Zhihe said coldly: "I told you, chase me for a month!"

Qin Gengyun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Wife, you’re still angry?"

He reached out to embrace her again, but Qiu Zhihe’s figure flickered as she darted down the mountain.

"Senior Brother He, you’re charming, drawing many junior sisters’ affection. If I don’t test you, how will I know you’re not fickle? We... have plenty of time ahead."

The soft, icy voice drifted over, her figure already disappeared into the distance.

Qin Gengyun stood alone on the mountain top, the cold wind blowing, feeling increasingly desolate.

"Is my wife addicted to role-playing?"