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Luo Zhaoheng's words revealed the location of "Yihua Palace," and the atmosphere in the alley instantly became tense. Facing Luo Zhaoheng's sharp, knife-like scrutiny, the woman in white knew that her identity had been exposed and there was no way to undo it.

Just as her mind raced, trying to figure out how to deal with this crisis, she saw Luo Zhaoheng's eyes shift several times before he suddenly turned around and shouted in a low voice:

"Follow me!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Zhaoheng suddenly rose up like a wisp of green smoke. His toes touched the alley wall a few times, and he had already leaped onto the low roof of a nearby house. Then, he used his movement technique and sped away towards the outside of Yueyang City without looking back!

His movements were so swift, like a crane soaring through the clouds; in just a few leaps, he was already far away, leaving only a rapidly fading afterimage.

The woman in white was taken aback at first, but in a flash, she gritted her teeth and, without further hesitation, also used the lightness skill of the Yihua Palace—"Wandering Among Flowers".

Her moon-white figure rose gracefully, like a fairy flying under the moon, even more agile and elegant than Luo Zhaoheng, trailing far behind Luo Zhaoheng as she chased after him towards the city gates.

The two, one after the other, like two blurry shadows, swiftly swept across the continuous houses and streets of Yueyang City, and soon leaped over a section of the city wall with lax defenses, disappearing into the vast and desolate hills and forests outside the city.

Luo Zhaoheng seemed to have no hesitation in choosing the path, deliberately choosing places with few people and dense forests to travel quickly.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he arrived at a secluded valley far from the main road, surrounded by mountains, with a clear stream flowing through it. The place was exceptionally quiet, with only the sounds of birdsong and the babbling of the stream, clearly indicating that very few people had ever set foot there.

He suddenly stopped under an ancient pine tree, stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from the way he came, and waited quietly for the woman in white to arrive.

A moment later, with a soft rustling of clothes, the woman in white landed a few feet behind him, watching Luo Zhaoheng's tall and straight back warily, remaining silent.

Luo Zhaoheng slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the woman in white again. The sharpness of his scrutiny had lessened slightly, replaced by a deeper inquiry and... a hint of indescribable complexity.

"What's your name?" Luo Zhaoheng asked, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent valley.

The woman in white pursed her lips, her eyes flickering beneath the veil. She calmed her breathing slightly, her clear, cool voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness as she spoke frankly:

"Inviting the Moon".

"Yaoyue..." Luo Zhaoheng repeated softly, his gaze suddenly turning extremely strange. He stepped forward, his eyes piercing, staring intently into Yaoyue's clear and captivating eyes, his voice carrying a hint of urgency and...surprise that he himself didn't even realize:

"Your name is Yaoyue? Then...do you have a younger sister named Lianxing?!"

"boom--!"

These words struck Yaoyue like a thunderbolt!

Her body trembled violently, and she suddenly looked up. Her previously unfocused eyes instantly sharpened, flashing with a terrifying light and extreme vigilance!

That gaze, like that of a startled doe, or a dragon whose scales have been touched, was fixed on Luo Zhaoheng, as if trying to see through him from the inside out!

"How...how did you know?!" Yaoyue's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief, shock, and a deeper wariness, even with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor!

Lianxing! She is her only sister, the softest concern in her heart, and also the most untouchable taboo!

Aside from our deceased master and a very few absolutely reliable people in the palace, no outsider should ever know this! In particular, no one should ever hear it from a seemingly unrelated Qingcheng Sect disciple!

Not only did Luo Zhaoheng recognize "Yihua Jieyu" from Yihua Palace, but he also knew that she had a younger sister named Lianxing?! How could this be?! Could it be that he didn't save her by chance, but rather it was premeditated?

Could it be that the Qingcheng Sect, or some other force behind him, has been secretly gathering information about the Yihua Palace, and has even discovered it to such an in-depth extent?!

In an instant, countless terrifying speculations flooded Yaoyue's mind, making her feel cold all over.

She instinctively took a half step back, raised her palms slightly, and assumed a defensive stance, even though she knew that with her current martial arts skills, she was no match for the unfathomable man in front of her.

Luo Zhaoheng took in Yaoyue's intense reaction, and the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished.

Inviting the moon... Pitying the stars...

It really is them?!

In my past life's memories, in that once wildly popular ancient martial arts epic, there were two sisters from the Yihua Palace, their backgrounds adrift, their fates fraught with hardship, yet each possessing their own unique brilliance! The elder sister, Yaoyue? The younger sister, Lianxing? ...

The details may vary due to the passage of time and the fading of memory, but he would never forget these two names and their connection to the extraordinary skill of "transferring flowers and jade"!

It turns out that this world is not as simple as just the Great Xu Dynasty and the Qingcheng Sect.

Elements that only existed in legends, stories, or even games of the past have somehow become real and embedded in this space-time!

So, is the woman in white, Yaoyue, the one in front of us, the brilliant and talented Grand Mistress of the Yihua Palace in that great work, who was led to tragedy by fate and obsession?

No, the age doesn't seem to match. Although the woman in front of me has a cool and aloof temperament, she doesn't have that kind of accumulated majesty and stubbornness. She's more like a piece of unpolished jade that hasn't been weathered by too much hardship.

Perhaps it's a different timeline, or perhaps this world has undergone some kind of mutation...

However, the appearance of the sisters Yaoyue and Lianxing means that the "jianghu" of this world is far wider and more mysterious than he previously knew, and it also hides more unknown opportunities and... risks!

Luo Zhaoheng's mind raced, and he instantly cleared his thoughts. He realized that his earlier loss of composure might have caused Yaoyue to misunderstand and become hostile.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and tried to restore his expression and tone to calm.

"Don't be nervous. I have no grudge against your Yihua Palace or you two sisters, so there's no reason for me to attack you. Besides, with my martial arts skills, if I really wanted to do something to you, you wouldn't be able to stop me."

Luo Zhaoheng's words were blunt and realistic, even somewhat hurtful, but they were also undeniable facts. Yaoyue truly had no chance against Luo Zhaoheng.

"How do you know about my sister?" Yaoyue asked coldly.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Luo Zhaoheng. Besides being a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, I am also the eleventh prince of the Daxu Empire. Since I was a child, in addition to practicing martial arts, I have also enjoyed fortune telling! So I know a lot of things."

After Luo Zhaoheng finished speaking, he took out the tortoise shell and copper coins he used for divination from his pocket, and then said, "How about it, Miss Yaoyue, would you like to try having your fortune told?"

Luo Zhaoheng did not explain directly, but instead steered the conversation towards his identity and fortune-telling.

"Are you a lackey? And you're telling fortunes?" Yaoyue retorted.

"Let me correct you, I am not a lackey, I am a prince. As for fortune telling, that is purely a personal hobby!" Luo Zhaoheng emphasized.

"Hmph! They're all bad people anyway!" Sure enough, Yaoyue stopped worrying about how Luo Zhaoheng knew about her sister.

"It's me, the one you call a bad person, who saved your life before!" Luo Zhaoheng reminded him.

"That was your own choice, I didn't force you," Yaoyue retorted.

"Then why are you following me around? Do you want to repay a debt of gratitude?" Luo Zhaoheng said speechlessly.

"It's none of your business! This land belongs to you. Do I have to report to you where I want to go?" Yaoyue said, somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"Hey, you're right, this land belongs to my family," Luo Zhaoheng said with a smile.

"You..." After hearing Luo Zhaoheng's words, Yaoyue really didn't know how to continue. After all, Luo Zhaoheng was a prince, and the entire Daxu Empire was nominally his family's, so what Luo Zhaoheng said was actually quite true.