<h4>Chapter 405: Your Highness</h4>


    This tform was made from ck jade.


    Chu Liuyue lowered her head, and she could see her clear reflection.


    In the middleid a pyramid-shaped, silver crystal.


    Chu Liuyue stared at it. She could feel that the previous unknown calling wasing from this silver pyramid.


    At this point, she was only tens of steps away from the silver pyramid.


    Chu Liuyue took a deep breath in and stepped forward.


    Her footsteps reverberated throughout the entire space. Chu Liuyue could even hear the water behind her gradually flowing into theke.


    No—not just behind her. The sounds also came from other directions!


    Suddenly, Chu Liuyue realized something, and she turned her head to look at her surroundings.


    As expected, other than the golden dragon head, the other three cardinal directions all had a simr existence.


    There was a red dragon head on her left and a green one on her right. On the opposite end of the floating silver pyramid was an orange dragon head.


    Chu Liuyue suddenly understood something. Everything here was indeed ced ording to the five elements.


    Gold, wood, fire, and earth were all gathered here. The remaining ‘water’ was unquestionably the never-ending flow of water from before!


    The five elements were all gathered together. They lived and counteracted each other, creating a perfect locked space!


    Chu Liuyue knitted her brows. If I previously dropped to the ‘gold’ section, what about… Mu Qinghe?


    She surveyed her surroundings closely, but she didn’t see Mu Qinghe’s shadow. That’s weird… ording to Mu Qinghe’s abilities, he should have no problems dealing with such situations. He should’ve reached here earlier than me.


    Chu Liuyue pondered for a while and decided to set this aside first as she continued to walk ahead.


    When she was three steps away from the silver pyramid, she finally felt a strong suppression!


    She immediately stopped, and her pair of eyes were glued to the floating pyramid.


    It was the size of a palm, but Chu Liuyue felt that this item could contain millions of things for some reason. She also didn’t know where the feeling came from, but it became increasingly strong.


    Suddenly, Chu Liuyue focused on something. On one side of the mirror on the silver pyramid, she actually saw a familiar figure!


    It was Mu Qinghe! Currently, he was standing in a strange space and was surrounded by intertwining green vines.


    Chu Liuyue suddenly realized something. Mu Qinghe actually entered the ‘wood’ section.


    Mu Qinghe stood in the middle and held a longsword in his right hand while countless broken branches were next to his feet. He looked like he had just experienced a very tough fight as he looked bloodied and very unkempt.


    He had his head lowered, so Chu Liuyue couldn’t see his face or his current expression. However, he was trembling slightly.


    Even though he wasn’t trembling much, it was easily noticed by Chu Liuyue, who knew him the best.


    Chu Liuyue knitted her brows. What’s… going on with him? All along, Mu Qinghe has been harsh and decisive. Even in the face of death, he won’t show any signs of fear. When he presents such an appearance, it normally means that he’s on the verge of breaking. But… this is just a rather strange space, which might not even threaten his life. So, why is he behaving like this?!


    “Y-your Highness…” muttered Mu Qinghe as he spat out two faint sybles.


    Chu Liuyue spent much effort to recognize what he was saying, but she became even more confused. Your Highness?! Who is Mu Qinghe calling? Given his current status, there aren’t many people that he can call in that way. Is it Jiang Yucheng or Shangguan Wan?


    Chu Liuyue held her breath and listened in even more intently. However, Mu Qinghe didn’t say anymore as he abruptly raised the sword in his hand.


    Chu Liuyue instantly gasped and widened her eyes in shock! She saw that Mu Qinghe’s wrist was already pierced through by a green vein that was as thick as a thumb.


    That green vein tightly wound around his wrist and extended to his shoulders.


    Chu Liuyue could even see his palm that became swollen and red because his blood couldn’t circte.


    Fresh, red blood started oozing out of his wound, but the green vein absorbed it very quickly.


    An emerald leaf quickly wilted and fell down. The second and third pieces followed closely after.


    Chu Liuyue was shocked. Is there something wrong with Mu Qinghe’s blood? Why are the green leaves wilting so quickly?


    Before she could find out what was going on, an even more shocking thing happened—a small greenish-yellow leaf grew out of the ce where the wilted leaf had dropped from. Also, that green vein seemed to be winding even more tightly!


    Chu Liuyue then realized how the broken branches and leaves on the floor came about.


    The excruciating pain from his right arm almost made Mu Qinghe’s mind nk. But in actual fact, the thing that tortured him the most at this moment wasn’t the relentless green vein. It was…


    Mu Qinghe exhausted thest bit of his strength as he waved his longsword and harshly shed down.


    ng!


    The ferocious sword aura made all the broken branches and wilted leaves on the floor rise up.


    Even the veins on the wall in front of him were thoroughly shed apart from the middle!


    However, the green vein extended very quickly. After it was broken, it immediately started winding again and even grew out new leaves. The leaves were lush green, and they moved along with the wind as if nothing had happened.


    But on Mu Qinghe’s side, as he had forcefully waved the sword, the wound on his wrist was harshly opened again.


    Suddenly, Mu Qinghe let out a desperate and sorrowful howl. “Ah!”


    Chu Liuyue watched on as her heart skipped a beat. What exactly is Mu Qinghe doing? Does he want to break through the green vein and escape? But if it’s only so, why is he overwrought? It seems like… something has been weighing on his heart for a long time!


    Plop!


    Mu Qinghe’s voice gradually became softer. In the end, he knelt down on the floor defeatedly.


    The sword in his hands alsonded on the floor helplessly.


    The room fell into terrifying silence once again.


    The surrounding green veins looked very alive and well, but Mu Qinghe was enveloped by an intensely crazy aura in the center.


    Chu Liuyue had never seen him in such a manner before.


    After quite some time, Mu Qinghe finally looked up.


    Chu Liuyue covered her mouth—Mu Qinghe’s face is actually filled with tears!


    Hopelessness, loneliness, anger, sorrow, regret, and hatred…


    Chu Liuyue didn’t know how to describe the current Mu Qinghe. It was as if he were a trapped fiend in a hopeless situation.


    Mu Qinghe had followed Chu Liuyue for so many years, but she had never seen him cry. It was as if a gigantic hammer harshly smashed Chu Liuyue’s heart.


    Chu Liuyue didn’t know if it was because of the silver pyramid, but Chu Liuyue could see his face clearly, even… his eyes.


    For a moment, Chu Liuyue almost thought that Mu Qinghe was looking at her.


    “…Your Highness…” Blood flowed out from the corner of his lips as he softly muttered those words in an unconceble longing and dependent manner.


    Chu Liuyue’s heart jumped. He’s actually calling me!