Chapter 8: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Path

Zhenfeng Mountain was shaded by lush green trees, filled with the songs of orioles and swallows, and the fragrance of birds and flowers.

The scenery within the mountains was exquisite and beautiful; the only thing that wasn't quite pleasant was likely the person following behind her. Murong Yuchen followed unhurriedly behind Yun Jin, watching her light and joyful steps; he was so leisurely, it was as if he were taking a stroll in his own private garden.

Yun Jin moved swiftly through the forest, climbing toward the mountain peak. She had to find that begonia tree where she was born.

An exotic fruit borne from three years of growth, which had released a sky full of rosy clouds upon its birth—she refused to believe she was truly a useless waste; there had to be something she had yet to discover.

Therefore, she was going to seek the truth.

Although she currently possessed no cultivation, Yun Jin never believed she was a waste. In this world, one absolutely could not afford to be a weakling!

To be weak meant hiding everywhere and avoiding conflict at all costs, but that had never been Yun Jin's style. Thus, she had to become strong—she must become strong, even if it was for herself, and for the people she cherished...

The people she cherished... She subconsciously glanced back at Murong Yuchen, who was strolling leisurely behind her, and then shook her head.

"Has it only been fifteen minutes, and yet A-Jin already misses me?" A pleasant smile curled at the corners of Murong Yuchen's mouth as he took a step forward, habitually wrapping his arm around Yun Jin's waist.

She really shouldn't have told him her name, Yun Jin regretted inwardly, seeing how intimately he called out "A-Jin, A-Jin" all day long. When it came to taking advantage of a situation, he was truly becoming more and more skilled.

Yun Jin rolled her eyes at the hand around her waist but said nothing. Because for a certain someone named Murong, resistance was always futile.

"What exactly are you following me for?" Yun Jin finally couldn't help but ask.

She was an assassin; her back was always her most vulnerable point. Being followed by someone for this long truly felt like a thorn in her side—uncomfortable.

"I'm going to the summit to practice sword-kinesis," the man said with a shrug as if it were the most natural thing in the world, before leaning closer to her. "Isn't A-Jin going to the summit too? What a coincidence, we're headed the same way."

Yun Jin curled her lip; she had never heard of any sword-kinesis technique that required a mountain peak to take flight.

She truly had no way to deal with this person who clung to her like glue. Having lived two lifetimes, she had seen everything from the flash of blades to the hail of bullets, yet she had never encountered someone so rogue, clingy, and thick-skinned.

Suddenly, the sound of rustling footsteps came from ahead. Yun Jin's expression sharpened, and in a flash, she ducked into the bushes.

In an instant, a white shadow swept past. By the time she regained her senses, there was an extra person behind her. That person's breath lingered by her ear, his hand was very smoothly wrapped around her waist, and his firm chest was pressed warmly against her back!

Holding a warm fragrance and delicate jade in his arms, Murong Yuchen was clearly in an excellent mood. He applied a bit more strength, pulling them even closer together. Beneath his palm, her slender waist felt as if it could be held in a single hand, and his nose caught a faint, sweet fragrance.

As if falling into a fairyland, he felt so comfortable he almost let out a sigh of pleasure. Curling his lips, he stole a kiss on Yun Jin's peach-like cheek.

Yun Jin did not intend to resist. Since her mind belonged to a modern person, such behavior didn't really count as a loss. Most importantly: in the face of this man's absolute strength, all schemes and struggles were merely paper tigers...

Her entire attention was focused on the newcomers. As the two figures approached, a smile suddenly curled at the corners of her mouth, like a predator that had found its prey.

What a coincidence; if these two weren't a mother bear demon and a male wolf demon, then who were they?

Truly, narrow is the path where enemies meet.

She was thinking of finding a way to gather spiritual energy before seeking revenge on them, but since they had delivered themselves to her doorstep, she would unceremoniously accept the gift.