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As she hesitated, a mournful and weeping flute melody suddenly drifted in from outside the window.
The flute's sound was at times as gentle as the April breeze caressing the spring waters, creating layers of soft ripples; at other times, it rose to a pitch as high and fierce as the war drums of an army on the frontier, stirring the heart and mind.
Yushan found herself unknowingly drawn to the music, her heart alternating between joy and sorrow. The two emotions intertwined, leaving her in a state of confusion, her thoughts gradually becoming disordered...
"Don't listen."
Suddenly, a deep voice whispered in her ear, jolting Yushan back to her senses.
It was Xing Qin, who had already awakened. "How boring; you actually caught up with me."
He supported Yushan with one hand while muttering to himself.
Yushan nodded repeatedly; this habit of talking to oneself reminded her so much of Xiao Zhenglan.
"You should hide quickly to avoid getting involved," he said, turning his head away.
Her heart stirred unexpectedly, and for some reason, she grasped his sleeve.
He looked back at her in confusion; perhaps that bewildered expression was also very much like Xiao Zhenglan's. She blurted out, "You need to be careful."
Xing Qin fixed his gaze on her without nodding, his figure moving like lightning as he leaped out of the window.
The flute's sound abruptly ceased, replaced by a boisterous voice that rang out: "Xing Qin! You finally showed yourself! I thought you had really died at the hands of those so-called Top Ten Masters!"
Yushan quickly jumped out of bed and ran out of the room.
Peering down from the stairs, she saw her master, senior brothers, the innkeeper, the waiter, and a group of merchants all sprawled over tables or on the floor... Was it a sleeping drug?
Yushan covered her eyes, unable to bear the sight. As a member of Six Gates, how could they have fallen for such a trick?
Outside the inn, that arrogant voice shouted again: "As a killer, you are my only failed mission. Tonight, I will kill you to regain my pride!"
“Lu Luoyu, you’ve been saying that for six years. And what’s the result?” The disdainful and arrogant voice belonged to Xing Qin.
Yushan was filled with curiosity and quietly peeked out from behind the door.
The vast desert stretched endlessly under the moonlight, which hung high in the sky, casting a cold glow.
Two figures stood facing each other, ten steps apart.
One was Xing Qin, and the other was a young man with a long sword on his back, his long hair tied up high. He had a handsome face but exuded a chilling aura of killing intent; this was the boy Xing Qin referred to as “Lu Luoyu.”
From the scene, it seemed that the boy had come seeking revenge against Xing Qin.
Lu Luoyu suddenly pointed at the inn. “There are people from Six Gates inside. To ensure tonight’s duel goes uninterrupted, I took them all down. So? Are you grateful to me? If you are, then don’t run away tonight; let’s have a proper fight!”
Xing Qin scoffed dismissively.
Before he could finish his scoff, Lu Luoyu struck first, swinging his sword towards Xing Qin.
Xing Qin quickly drew his soft sword from his waist and barely managed to block it, but the sword energy still sliced through half of the inn's wooden door. Yushan, who was hiding behind the door and watching secretly, had her sleeve cut in half and screamed in fright.
Xing Qin frowned and glanced back at her with his peach blossom eyes. “Why haven’t you left yet?”
He shifted his steps skillfully to draw Lu Luoyu away from the inn.
Lu Luoyu asked with interest, “Xing Qin, is she your woman?”
He laughed heartily and called out in a very “kind” manner towards Yushan, “Little girl, don’t be afraid. Once I kill this guy, I’ll come for you next. Then you two can be together again!”
Still shaken from her fright, Yushan immediately raised her hand tremblingly. “I have nothing to do with him! Hero, I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a seventeen-year-old Little Servant below me…”
Before she could finish her defense, another wave of sword energy swept toward her. Yushan quickly ducked down and crawled tremblingly under a distant table.
Once she could no longer hear any sounds outside, she cautiously poked her head out like a turtle and peeked outside.
Xing Qin and Lu Luoyu separated their figures and returned to their original positions.
The two stood facing each other with their swords drawn, silently gazing into one another's eyes.
Then, the smile on Lu Luoyu's face slowly faded, and he collapsed silently.
At the same time, Xing Qin coughed up a mouthful of blood. He reached out to press on several acupoints to stop the bleeding from his wounds, looking quite seriously injured as well.
Yushan immediately rushed to his side, supporting him. "Hey, are you okay?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a sudden weight, and upon looking, she realized that Xing Qin had also fainted.
...
On the table, a copper basin held the blood wiped from Xing Qin's body, while neatly arranged beside it were bandages and healing ointments.
The renowned thief lay weakly on the bed, as dawn approached. The dim light from the oil lamp cast a soft glow on his snow-white skin, creating an ethereal beauty.
Yushan clutched a piece of skin she had curiously peeled off someone’s face, retreating repeatedly until she found herself at the window, feeling a sweet taste rising in her throat.
The man lying on the bed had skin as delicate as porcelain, lips as luscious as cherries, and long eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, exuding an indescribable frail charm...
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