The cloak fell to the ground, and he suddenly clamped his hand over my throat, pressing me against the cold stone wall.

"... Several years ago, I left a mark on you, saying that when you grew up, you would come to get me. You have to keep that mark well, it can protect you from being harmed by poison." He said coldly.

I listened to these words blankly.

"That mark is inextricably linked to the woman's body. Did you see it clearly… I checked last night, there was no mark at all."

His lips curled into a cold and dangerous expression: “Perhaps you've repaired it, so the female Gu worm couldn't tell… You people who live in luxury don't care about such things at all.”

He tightened his grip on my throat, and my anger turned to fear.

Such strength, I simply couldn't struggle against it at all.

"No...I didn't..." My tears welled up, half from fear, half from grievance.

I don't remember him saying any of these things, what a few years ago, what marks, what came to pick me up?

I don't remember at all! Not a bit!

He took a deep breath, calming his anger, and loosened his grip on my neck.

It hurts...

His frail throat was gripped so tightly that pain shot through me. I slid down the rock face, collapsing on the ground and coughing violently.

"Ahem... I... I don't know what you're talking about! I haven't—"

No other men.

Before this, there really wasn't!

Can you explain to him what this means?

His attitude has always been to talk to himself and not believe me at all, right?

"It doesn't matter. Since the Xigū has recognized you, just take good care of it." He suppressed his anger, his voice becoming colder.

This jerk!

You took advantage of me, put a curse on me, and now you dare to question and ridicule me!

What a jerk! Does he have a hole in his head?!

All anger and resentment could only be held in, not for any other reason, I've personally experienced how terrifying his strength is.

Little forbearance leads to great death.

Yinluo, just bear with it.

I gritted my teeth and endured the humiliation, silently picking up the cloak and wrapping it around myself. It was so cold here, and my body was weak now. I couldn't fall down, because if I did, I would truly be at their mercy.

Finally, I reached a large platform. It was raining outside, and several people were clearing the rolling debris.

I saw the open space and other living people, and I instantly felt a sense of relief. I couldn't help but walk quickly onto the platform.

Looking out, my heart sank halfway —

Below the platform, hundreds of meters down, a wide river rushes by.

Some ships dotted the river surface like stars! There were also iron chains and suspension bridges! And on the opposite bank, houses built against the mountainside, densely packed, half stone and half wood!

I turned around—

The man in the mask stood silently behind me.

The sky was overcast, with raindrops swaying in the breeze.

Behind him stood a grand and imposing rock palace, sprawling from the middle of the mountain all the way to its peak.

Beneath the platform are houses of all kinds, stretching along the mountainside and down to the riverbank, where there is also a dock.

Masterfully crafted, not of this world.

This is like a special effect scene in a movie, magnificent beyond compare, yet… it feels like a dream.

"What in the world is this place..." The sheer number of houses was giving me goosebumps.

"This was your place to be, but now... it doesn't matter if you come or not..." The man said to me coldly.

He had a peculiar aura about him. I couldn't tell why he was covering his face, nor could I imagine what kind of features lay beneath the layers of black veils.

I could feel his gaze.

Sharp, cold, and with a hint of suppressed rage.

I swallowed nervously and asked in a hushed voice, “….Why did you say I should come? I don’t know you. What’s your name?”

He didn't answer, and I felt that invisible, sharp gaze was about to pierce me.

After a moment of silence, I tentatively called out: "…Big...Brother?"

"...Mu Wanchen," he said in a low voice.

What?

"Bath's mu, tie's wan, birthday's chen, four years ago, I went to find you." His voice carried a hint of suppressed fire.

I was so scared that I couldn't move.

Mu Wanchen, this is not a common name, but I really don't remember hearing it.

Could it be that I've gone too far, forgotten something?

It's impossible, this kind of melodrama wouldn't happen to me. My family is full of Taoist healers, we can even bring back lost souls! How could something like amnesia ever happen?

His hand moved slightly, and he suddenly walked toward me. I was terrified and backed away frantically, my lower back pressed tightly against the stone wall.

"Where can you run to? Come here obediently." he said unhappily.

"I... I'm afraid you'll hit me..." I honestly replied.

He walked up to me, the pressure was immense —

I'm only 1.64 meters tall, my standard height just reaches his chest. Facing him is like facing a wall.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist, bending down to hoist me onto his shoulder like a sack of grain. Then he strode down the platform with long strides.

The stairs here were carved into the wall, very steep, with many thresholds and door frames, as well as protruding natural stone pillars.

After my head was bumped for the third time, I couldn't help but beg him to let me go—I'd rather walk myself.

"Aren't you the one who can't walk? Take one step at a time, like a woman with bound feet." His tone was impatient.

"I... I'm walking slow because it hurts!" I couldn't help but glare up at him angrily.

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