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"Ha ha, Miss Ouyang, there's no need to be like this. There are plenty of things in the Yuhai Continent that defy common sense, not to mention the color of this Mystical Beast," Yun Tianying laughed upon seeing her expression. It was surprising that such a lively and clever girl caught Yun Tianmo's eye; he thought he only liked cold and aloof women.
Ouyang Zixin noticed Yun Tianying's gaze drifting toward Yun Tianmo and turned to look as well. Suddenly, she had a realization. Indeed, it was said that the Mysterious Energy in the Yuhai Continent was divided into three colors: Orange Element, Blue Xuan, and Purple Xuan. But wasn't this one right in front of her Black Qi? And her own Mysterious Energy was transparent as well. So Yun Tianying was right; there was no need to consider those exceptions, just follow the majority's rules for calculations.
She turned back to give Yun Tianying a grateful glance, her impression of the Seventh Prince, who had just been "dizzy" from Baike, improved significantly. He didn't seem as easy to fool as he appeared on the surface; why was he so fixated on Baike...
Seeing Ouyang Zixin's gradually changing expression, Yun Tianying was momentarily taken aback before realizing something. He smiled helplessly and decided to remain silent, leaving the remaining questions for her and Yun Tianmo.
"You see, if that's really the case, then..."
Ouyang Zixin and Yun Tianmo began discussing as if no one else was around. Noticing that Zhao Feiyu didn't seem like someone who needed guarding against, Yun Tianying closed his eyes to rest; after all, his body wasn't as resilient as theirs.
"Is... is anyone there? Help..."
Huh, it seemed like someone was calling for help?
Zhao Feiyu suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing that Ouyang Zixin and Yun Tianmo hadn't reached any conclusions yet, he decided not to disturb them and walked to the edge of the clearing to survey his surroundings. The Beautiful Scenery Without Form was now a wreck. There were cracks in the ground everywhere and sudden deep pits; it was difficult to discern where the faint cries were coming from.
"Cough, help... anyone..."
Southwest.
The earthquake came suddenly, and everyone was focused on escaping, not paying attention to others. Now, hearing a cry for help, they would normally lend a hand. For example, Zhao Feiyu confirmed the direction and prepared to go check it out, hoping to rescue someone.
"Wait." Yun Tianying stopped Zhao Feiyu just as she was about to step forward, glancing towards the Southwest with a furrowed brow, seemingly deep in thought.
"You heard it too?" Zhao Feiyu turned to look at Yun Tianying, who fell silent after speaking those two words. Growing impatient, she asked, "I'm going to save someone. Are you coming?"
"Save someone? Who are you saving?" Ouyang Zixin, having heard the commotion, paused her discussion with Yun Tianmo. "Aren't they all buried?"
Shh!
Zhao Feiyu made a shushing gesture towards her and nodded towards the Southwest, indicating that Ouyang Zixin should listen; there really was someone alive.
Indeed, Ouyang Zixin also heard a faint cry for help, as if it were coming from deep underground. It was surprising that someone could survive being buried so deeply under fallen earth and stones. That was quite a life.
Yun Tianmo glanced at Ouyang Zixin and gave her a look that said "It's up to you whether to save them or not." His cold demeanor suggested he had no intention of intervening; after all, none of those buried were worth his effort to save.
"You two are something else." Zhao Feiyu rolled her eyes. How had she never noticed how well these two matched? She thought about how if Third Prince Nangong Tuo encountered Ouyang Zixin, he would likely end up crushed beneath her, unable to turn over. Look at these two: one wished for everyone she disliked to be buried, while the other clearly intended to stand by and do nothing—definitely not the type to be overly sympathetic.
With that thought, Zhao Feiyu decided to go check it out herself; after all, she had no real grievances against those people and would help if she could.
"Don't go." Yun Tianying once again blocked Zhao Feiyu's path as she prepared to leave, causing her to halt abruptly and nearly stumble forward.
"What now?" This guy took too long between his words; having stopped her twice now, what did he want?
Yun Tianying stood up, lightly brushing off the dust from his clothes, a smile like a spring breeze appearing on his face as he said to Zhao Feiyu, "Miss, I mean no harm. The earthquake has just passed, and we don't know if it will continue. So before thinking about saving others, perhaps we should consider whether we might fall into danger ourselves."
According to Ouyang Zixin's theory, the changes in Beautiful Scenery Without Form likely do not require human intervention. Following this reasoning, the pattern of each change in Beautiful Scenery Without Form could very well be the last round before it resets. This means that no one can accurately estimate when the next change will occur. Rushing out recklessly would indeed be a dangerous move.
Ouyang Zixin nodded in agreement while teasingly smiling at Zhao Feiyu, "Miss Zhao, they say that one day apart feels like three autumns. How is it that in such a short time, you have become so... chivalrous and eager to help?"
Zhao Feiyu blushed at Ouyang Zixin's teasing. She was not wrong; her former self would never have cared about others' lives. In such a perilous and unfamiliar environment, even with complete certainty, she might not have offered help. But for some reason, after returning from Lingchi Peak and receiving a lecture from her father followed by a period of confinement, everyone thought she would be resentful. Yet unexpectedly, she accepted her punishment readily. Not only did her family feel surprised, but even she herself was somewhat puzzled.
Whether she was chivalrous or eager to help, she did not know, but she felt she could not stand by and watch someone die. For instance, during her time at Lingchi Peak, if Yun Tianmo had not helped her at a critical moment and given her a way out, there would be no Zhao Feiyu today.
That experience was too deeply etched in her memory; thus, she could understand the mindset of those calling for help—their desperate desire to survive.
"I'm not as good as you say; I just feel that some things may need to be repaid." If she didn't have the chance to repay Yun Tianmo, then she would repay others instead, considering it a way to accumulate blessings for herself.
Zhao Feiyu's response surprised Ouyang Zixin. The once ruthless girl had vanished; the girl who watched others get married on the roadside was gone. The Zhao Feiyu before her made Ouyang Zixin feel for the first time that she resembled a noble lady. Ouyang Zixin then laughed heartily and said, "Since you want to save them, then go ahead. But we need to wait a moment."
Wait?
"Yes, just a moment," Ouyang Zixin replied before turning to look at Yun Tianmo. Seeing him nod, she smiled sweetly and closed her eyes contentedly. (To be continued.)
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