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As Zhan Beiye stiffened, Meng Fuyao pushed him away without any hesitation and walked away in large strides. In a hurry, Zhan Beiye blocked her way. ”Fuyao!”

Meng Fuyao stared back at him angrily. Zhan Beiye looked back at her and did not avoid her gaze. In a solemn tone, he said, ”Fuyao, do not act on impulse.”

”Zhu Zhu's in danger and you're telling me not to go?” Meng Fuyao was enraged. ”So I should do nothing and watch her fall down the cliff?”

”Zhu Zhu's in danger? How did you know that?” Zhan Beiye seemed genuinely confused.

”Did you not hear her shout?” Meng Fuyao looked back at him suspiciously.

After he shook his head, Meng Fuyao locked her gaze with him, and she frowned. ”Are you denying it on purpose so that I will not act impulsively?”

Zhan Beiye's eyebrows knitted together, and his black eyes stared back at her in disbelief.

By then, Meng Fuyao seemed to confirm her suspicion. Folding her arms, she looked at Zhan Beiye icily. ”I know that you don't like Zhu Zhu, and I know that you always avoid and apologize to her. But can you, at the very least, somewhat care of her? Even towards a normal friend, you shouldn't be so cold-hearted, right?”

As Zhan Beiye looked at her, his expression gradually darkened like dense ink spreading in all directions. The sky seemed to be filled with just his eyes, which resembled a black metal stone, sucking everything into the bottomless whirlpool, causing people to drown in the extremely high waves.

After staring at Meng Fuyao in that way for a few moments, the emotions quickly drained from his eyes. He turned around without speaking a word, and he took a step forward.

He walked into the thick fog, and there was a muffled sound. Then, there was a huge tremor with a loud bang!

Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. Quickly, she spun and dashed forward. ”Zhan Beiye!”

Even after pouncing towards the origin of the sound, she did not find any signs of Zhan Beiye, and she could no longer distinguish where Zhu Zhu's shout came from. The humid feeling which she felt earlier on, however, seemed to become more obvious.

She reached out her hand and groped around in the waterfall-like layers of fog, like how Zhan Beiye had done for her, and she did not care about the risk of getting bitten. Suddenly, she came into contact with a hand.

That hand was not small, and the bone structure seemed wide. Meng Fuyao felt a wave of joy. ”Zhan Beiye, where in the world did you go…”

In an instant, she paused. Then, she heard a person beside her. ”Why are you grabbing me?”

It was an unfamiliar voice, with an emotionless tone and a very special… pitch.

What was special was that she actually could not tell if the speaker was male or female.

She could not even distinguish if there was any sense of enmity.

If it was anyone else, their first reaction would be to release the grip. Unfortunately, Meng Fuyao's guts were out of the world. From the position of that person, she could tell that he was the one who exchanged a move with Zhan Beiye. If so, there was no reason for her to release her grip. Instead of letting that person go, she pulled him towards her and smiled. ”The fog is thick, and the sky is dark. It's easier to be brave if there are more people.”

And that person really allowed her to pull him over. Nonchalantly, he said, ”It's burdensome when there are more people.”

”A burden to what?” asked Meng Fuyao curiously.

That person became quiet. He turned around and looked at her.

Once again, Meng Fuyao was stunned.

Was this person… a male or female?

With hair being tied up in a gender-neutral way, robes that had a sense of curves to it, and a slightly elongated face shape that both males and females could possess, the gender was hard to be distinguished. That person had moderately-wide shoulders and waist, a pair of lively and radiant eyes, a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and full lips - he would be too handsome as a male and too beautiful as a female.

To be straightforward, it was a type of gender-neutral beauty, and that aura was so plain that the gender could not be distinguished. That was in stark contrast to Moon Soul, whose gender was hard to tell as he was so extremely beautiful.

Fog?

The person who triggered the 38-year love marathon between Moon Soul and Cloud Soul, and who was the cause of the scandal amongst the top 10 wielders, was such a woman?

And Cloud Soul felt disheartened, and avoided Moon Soul for 38 years because such a woman was by his side?

Suddenly, Meng Fuyao felt like laughing. It was so ridiculous. This person's aura did not seem to complement that of Moon Soul's in any away.

However, she realized that she longer had the urge to. No, not that it wasn't complimentary. Rather, they were the perfect match. If the two were to stand together, the effect would be strangely splendid. If their genders swapped, Fog as a handsome male and Moon Soul as a beautiful female would still make a perfect couple.

No wonder Moon Soul was so heartbroken that she went into hiding back then. These two were such a good ”match” that no other couple could compare to.

Sensing her strange gaze, Fog looked at her sideways. Chuckling, she asked, ”You haven't died?”

”Even if you die, she won't!” There was a sudden bark, and the black light seemed to rise from the ground. Like a whirlwind, Zhan Beiye spun over, and his clothes cut through the thick fog. With a strong force, he raised his golden pike from the ground!