"If anyone asks about Xue Ru, could you help me keep it a secret and tell them she's no longer here? Especially that monk Kongkong... If... if one day Xue Ru wakes up, I just hope she can live out the rest of her life peacefully."
As Zhan Xing finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Bai Xiaofan and Murong Wan.
"Don't worry. I've thought the same before. But it's not just because of Monk Kongkong—this way, we can protect Xue Ru's safety. At the very least, she won't end up as a target for enemies."
Bai Xiaofan patted Zhan Xing's shoulder and pledged reassuringly.
The two of them then turned their gaze to Murong Wan.
Murong Wan saw their intentions, raised her delicate hand to her lips, and made a gesture signaling she wouldn't speak out.
Just as Bai Xiaofan and Zhan Xing were preparing to carry Zhan Xueru down the mountain, a figure suddenly rushed down from the peak—a figure clad in pale moon-colored robes.
