Chapter 178 - A Careless Mistake (1/2)

Qiu Ling felt Jing Yi's gentle gaze and smiled even more sweetly. Mn, it seemed like helping him had made his beloved look with other eyes at him. Qiu Ling bent forward and stretched his neck to make it easier for his beloved to reward him.

Jing Yi laughed and cupped his cheeks. ”You've really helped me a lot.” He also leaned forward but before he could kiss Qiu Ling, he suddenly froze. His face went pale. ”Qiu Ling … Isn't that … the direction of the capital?”

”Mn, why? You wouldn't need to take the direction into consideration, would you?”

Qiu Ling was puzzled. Just in case, he turned around and … grimaced. There was actually a gigantic whirlwind rushing toward the capital. Uh … It seemed he had completely forgotten to disperse the winds and had waved them away as the tempest they had formed?

”Qiu Ling!” Jing Yi grabbed onto his arms. ”Do something!”

Qiu Ling nodded and lifted his hand, waving at the whirlwind. Then, nothing happened. Qiu Ling's eyes went wide and he stared at the whirlwind that continued forward and destroyed everything in its wake.

”Qiu Ling?” Jing Yi grabbed onto his sleeve even harder. ”What is it? Why is it still …”

”I … I don't know.” Honestly, he had never before conjured such a large storm up. Sure, he had called for smaller ones with some dark clouds and maybe a bit of lightning and lots of rain but he had never even thought of doing something like this! And now this thing was getting further and further away and slipped out of his grasp.

Most likely … his magic had limits. He had just never tested them before. But now it seemed that this had somehow exceeded them. Either the storm was too far away or it was too strong. He actually didn't want to know which one it was. Both of them were really, really troublesome.

Qiu Ling stood up and stepped forward to the edge of the summit. Damn. The whirlwind had left a swath of destruction. It ruined everything in its way but that didn't seem to slow it down. Instead, it even seemed to get faster.

Jing Yi leaped to his feet, too, and gripped his arm once again. ”Qiu Ling, please …”

Qiu Ling turned around to him but the words he had wanted to say got stuck in his throat. There were actually tears in his beloved's eyes. ”Jing He …”

”Please, do something. You have to stop it somehow. My … my mother … she's … still in the capital.” The tears finally flowed over, trickled down his cheeks and dropped to the ground.

He hadn't seen her for five years and had only returned today to spend some short hours with her. When he imagined not seeing her ever again … He wouldn't be able to take it!

Qiu Ling gritted his teeth. Right. He couldn't let anything happen to Madam Zhong. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.