Swift Wind flashed by, striking Great Eagle, and Xuan Ling landed safely in the man's broad embrace.
Xuan Ling was so startled that she froze, only hearing the man's wicked voice beside her ear, "You dare to snatch what I have my eyes on, Little Beast?"
A loud crash echoed behind them, followed by the mournful cry of Great Eagle. As Xuan Ling turned to look, a large hand pressed down on her head, preventing her from seeing.
Xuan Ling caught a glimpse of Jing Quan's fierce gaze and swallowed hard. "That Great Eagle..."
"Is dead." His eyes held no mercy. "Do you pity him? Without me, you would have been eaten long ago."
With no way to repay her savior, Xuan Ling decided to offer her labor in return!
Aside from warming the bed and bathing him—tasks that were a bit too intimate—she was willing to do anything!
Jing Quan leaned back in his chair, slightly lifting his gaze. "Not happening."
Little Beast belonged to him; he wouldn’t let anyone take her away, not even for anyone else's sake, especially not for that old bastard Jing Yuan.
Thinking about it made him uneasy. He summoned his subordinate. "Tell Xuan Ling that if she doesn't finish her work today, she'll have to bathe with me!"
Keeping her busy would leave her no time to think about her former master. Of course, he was quite looking forward to bathing with her...
Little Demon accepted the order and retreated. A light laugh echoed in the empty hall. "Jing Quan, it seems you're quite satisfied with Xuan Ling."
Jing Quan's expression turned cold.
Jing Yuan appeared. "I want to see her."
Just as she was about to refuse, Xuan Ling dashed out from behind. Jing Quan, furious, shouted, "Who let you out?"
"I sensed that my master was coming!"
Xuan Ling spotted Jing Yuan and rushed over, happily nuzzling against him. Then she noticed something was off. "What happened to your hair…?"
Her beloved Lord Jing Yuan had gone bald!
Where was that beautiful, flowing silver hair? Which scoundrel had done this?
Seeing her unharmed eased Jing Yuan's worry a bit. "It's fine; it will grow back."
Jing Quan, feeling neglected, pouted in displeasure. "You got what you deserved for being inferior! Who told you to lose the duel?"
Xuan Ling was furious! Her Lord Jing Yuan was invincible!
Jing Quan arrogantly declared, "Next time, I’ll shave it again!"
How dare he flirt with another man right in front of him!
An enemy! A sworn foe! Xuan Ling lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and biting down hard.
Jing Yuan smiled faintly. "Now that I’m here, I will definitely take her away. Don’t forget that my powers are above yours!"
His calm demeanor made Jing Quan feel quite uncomfortable.
"I owe you this; losing once or twice is no big deal." Jing Yuan took advantage of his momentary distraction, deftly shifting his attention and pulling Xuan Ling into his embrace.
"Only her; I won't let go."
Two men were vying for her? Xuan Ling smiled dreamily; as soon as her master gave the order, she would definitely kick this demon away!
Jing Quan was not pleased; what was with Xuan Ling's infatuated expression?
Jing Yuan took Xuan Ling and left. Jing Quan, unable to catch up, roared in frustration, "Jing Yuan, you bastard! Don't you dare hurt her!"
Xuan Ling continued to care for the Water Fairy, which had not bloomed for hundreds of years, and occasionally accompanied Mr. Jing Yuan on visits to friends.
Xuan Ling secretly observed Mr. Jing Yuan; his smile was truly charming, much better than that wicked and menacing Jing Quan!
Thinking of Jing Quan at such a moment was quite a mood killer! She patted her chest to calm herself.
Just then, a little servant outside shouted frantically; Jing Quan had stormed into Lingxiao Palace. Xuan Ling's face turned pale as she recalled the boasts of the Little Demons about Jing Quan's extraordinary powers—was it really true?
Mr. Jing Yuan ordered divine soldiers and beasts to be dispatched but did not move himself, instead staying with Xuan Ling to tend to the Water Fairy.
Before long, news came from outside that they were at a disadvantage.
Xuan Ling hesitated, "Master, I..."
"Don't worry, I won't hand you over to him unless you willingly choose to," Jing Yuan said, gently holding her back with a slight sigh. "If you're not here, she will be sad, right?"
Xuan Ling was taken aback. She? Which "she"?
As she looked into Jing Yuan's tender eyes, she suddenly felt a distance between them.
Jing Quan charged in, arrogantly declaring, "Little Beast, whether you like it or not, I'm claiming you!"
The two clashed in battle, their strengths evenly matched, causing the structures within Lingxiao Palace to crumble. In the chaos, Xuan Ling stumbled and found herself in Jing Quan's embrace.
"Little Beast, I've caught you!" he laughed as he soared into the sky.
Xuan Ling pounded on him angrily. "Who gave you the right to hurt Lord Jing Yuan! If you keep talking nonsense, how am I supposed to follow my master in the future?"
Jing Quan seized her hand firmly. "Xuan Ling, whether you agree or not, I won't let you go back to Jing Yuan!"
She was the one he had waited over five hundred years to find.
He would rather have her hate him than see her get hurt by Jing Yuan.
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