The Feeling of Freedom

Mo Zhu looked down at Yu Zhiling's hand grasping his wrist. Her fingertips had thin calluses from sword practice, and her warm palm pressed against his wrist.

He suddenly felt a burning sensation on his wrist and immediately brushed her hand away with force.

Yu Zhiling had been deeply engrossed in thoughts about her mission. When she finally snapped out of it, she realized Mo Zhu had retreated a few steps, widening the distance between them. Only then did she realize she had just touched him.

Ah...

The male lead probably wants to plunge into a pool and scrub his skin raw with a steel sponge right now.

Yu Zhiling forced a smile and said awkwardly, "My apologies... let us go. We must head to the Sisha Realm and resolve this quickly."

Mo Zhu suppressed the killing intent in his heart and nodded. "Yes, Master."

Yu Zhiling led the way, and he followed behind. As the wind blew past, her fragrance drifted and lingered at the tip of his nose. Mo Zhu could not identify the scent, only knowing it was somewhat different from before.

Previously, she favored the scent of hibiscus flowers, but since they met again yesterday, he had not smelled it once.

He gazed at the back of the person in front of him; she had truly changed a lot.

What on earth could make a person change their taste in clothing, their tone of voice, and even their very temperament?

Yan Shanqing had already prepared the Jiezi Vessel. After Yu Zhiling stepped aboard, she looked around as if seeing something novel for the first time, touching this and poking that.

Mo Zhu stood behind her, clutching his sword. When the Jiezi Vessel suddenly soared into the sky, Yu Zhiling lost her footing and swayed unsteadily.

The youth frowned, but he saw that this top-tier Master of Zhongzhou did not learn her lesson at all. Instead, she cheerfully climbed to the bow of the vessel, leaned against the railing, and reached out to touch the thick layers of clouds.

"Mo Zhu, Mo Zhu! There is water in the clouds!"

Yu Zhiling turned her head and showed him her hand that had just touched the clouds, her palm damp as if she had just reached into a curtain of rain.

Mo Zhu looked at her. She was truly beautiful. Whenever she smiled, her icy face would soften with warmth, like a spring breeze blowing over the cold snow of early winter.

He could not understand. It was merely a ride on the Jiezi Vessel; was there any need to be this joyful?

But Yu Zhiling was extremely excited, completely forgetting that she had to maintain her cold Master persona in front of the male lead.

In her past life, her heart was weak. Living for over twenty years, she could not stay up late, eat spicy food, play thrilling games, laugh loudly, or run around. There were so many things she had never done; even her school attendance could be counted on one hand.

Most of her time was spent hospitalized. Only when her health stabilized was she allowed to return home for a short period, staying in her small room. She detested the pungent smell of disinfectant in the hospital, which always made her feel suffocated.

But even at home, there was no one by her side. The only person she conversed with was her online friend, A Gui.

She leaned against the railing as the Jiezi Vessel sped through the clouds. The mist swept across her cheeks, and water condensed into a thin layer of frost covering her body. Though cold, she had never tasted this feeling of freedom before.

Yu Zhiling closed her eyes, letting the cold wind howl past her face.

Mo Zhu stood not far from her.

She had absolutely no guard up. If he wanted to strike now, the probability of success would be extremely high.

The youth's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword.

He kept staring until Yu Zhiling suddenly turned her head, snapping him out of his daze as he quickly averted his gaze.