His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

She tried to convey the complex emotions deep within her heart to Qin Qianluo without reservation through this passionate kiss.

She expressed that she no longer wanted to hear those heart-wrenching words, and even less wanted to face the separation that was about to descend like a nightmare.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, yet it also seemed to be flowing rapidly. It was unclear how much time had passed, as if it were a century long, yet also as if it were just a fleeting instant.

The two slowly and reluctantly parted through a tiny gap, their breaths mingling warmly and rapidly like intertwined threads.

Su Jinyun's eyes were slightly red and swollen, like flower petals touched by frost. Tears swirled in her eyes, yet with a stubbornness, they refused to fall.

Her voice became hoarse and broken from the overwhelming excitement, the unforgettable reluctance, and the unwavering, undying determination.

With an irresistible, soul-stirring power, she spoke each word slowly and deliberately, as if each word had exhausted the last bit of strength from the depths of her soul.

With a hoarse voice, she said with deep affection and unwavering determination, "I'll be with you."

These four simple words were like a heavy hammer, striking Qin Qianluo's heart and creating ripples of emotion.

It was like a beam of dazzling light breaking through endless darkness, instantly illuminating the world that had been shrouded in gloom for so long, a world so oppressive it was suffocating.

It brought Qin Qianluo endless warmth like the spring sun, as well as immense strength to support her in facing all difficulties and obstacles.

However, Qin Qianluo simply turned her head slightly and gently shook her head, her movements gentle yet revealing an unwavering determination.

Her eyes held a deep determination and resolve, like a dark and cold star in the night sky.

They seemed to have cast aside life, death, honor, and disgrace, and were willing to rush into that unknown and desperate place for a predetermined mission, even if it meant being shattered to pieces.

With a slight tilt of her body, she wrapped her arms around Su Jinyun like powerful wings, and with a smooth and nimble movement, steadily lifted her up in her arms.

Her embrace was as solid as a fortress, warm yet carrying the chilling cold of parting.

Qin Qianluo took steady, yet slightly hesitant steps, one after another.

As if stepping on the strings of time, each step seemed to carry a tremendous weight as they walked straight toward the chair.

Each step felt like it was treading on Su Jinyun's heart, causing her heart to ache with each rhythm.

Reaching the chair, Qin Qianluo slowly sat down, gently yet firmly placing Su Jinyun on her lap, as if she were placing the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze seemingly piercing through the tent curtains, looking towards the endless distance.

After a long silence, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and gentle, like a sigh coming from the depths of ancient times.

As if afraid of disturbing the fragile and heavy atmosphere that was almost frozen in the tent: "Zhaoning Kingdom still needs Jinyun."

And... my only unchanging wish in this life is that Jin Yun can live a peaceful and safe life.

Su Jinyun instinctively struggled in Qin Qianluo's arms. Her heart was like a tangled mess ravaged by a storm, filled with mixed emotions.

Her heart was filled with resentment, surging like a tidal wave. She wanted to be angry and question why fate was so unfair and why it had to separate them.

But that impulse, like a trapped beast, surged wildly in my heart, only to be mercilessly devoured by deep helplessness and excruciating pain.

Deep down, she knew perfectly well that every word Qin Qianluo spoke was like an inscription branded on a stone tablet, an undeniable fact.

Qin Qianluo truly regarded her safety as the most important thing in her life.

I truly hope that she can live a peaceful and smooth life in this complex and perilous world, far away from all suffering and harm.

But without Qin Qianluo, how will she get through the long, dark days ahead alone?

Over the years, although they have each worked in different fields, they have all been dedicated to their country and their lofty ideals.

Like lone boats struggling and striving in the vast ocean of life, each busy as a tireless spinning top.

But deep in their hearts, they always held a bright and unwavering belief, like a lighthouse, that they would eventually meet again.

Whenever I'm exhausted from being busy, feeling suffocated by the heavy pressure, and so physically and mentally drained that I almost want to give up.

Just thinking about going back and seeing each other's familiar and kind faces, just thinking about those warm smiles like the spring sun, and those caring eyes like a babbling brook.

It felt as if a continuous stream of magical power was being injected into my heart, like parched earth receiving sweet rain.

It was this that sustained them through those difficult, thorny times and those dark, inky years.

But this time, everything was completely different, as if the wheel of fate had suddenly turned into a dark abyss filled with despair and the unknown.

This time, it is very likely to be a final farewell, an insurmountable chasm in their lives, and she may never see Qin Qianluo again.

Thinking of this, Su Jinyun felt as if her heart was being pierced by countless sharp steel needles.

The pain spread rapidly from the deepest part of her heart to her entire body like ripples, making her breath catch in her throat, as if the whole world had lost its color at that moment.

How could she possibly accept such a cruel and heartbreaking ending?

How could she just stand by and watch Qin Qianluo walk alone into that unknown, potentially irreversible danger?

Like a lone bird soaring into the storm-ravaged sky?

However, when she slowly raised her eyes, she met the extremely serious gaze in Qin Qianluo's eyes.

That gaze was like an incredibly sharp sword, piercing straight into the softest corner of her heart.

It also contained a deep sense of pity and tenderness, a profound affection for her that ran deep in his bones, and a helpless lament for the capriciousness of fate.

Su Jinyun's struggles gradually stopped, and her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible and cold hand.

The pain was so intense that words failed him; tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She slowly stretched out her arms, using all her strength as if to shut out the whole world, and hugged Qin Qianluo tightly.

It was as if he wanted to merge Qin Qianluo into his soul, never to be separated from her.

She buried her head deeply in Qin Qianluo's shoulder, her throat feeling as if it were choked by a blazing fire, and mumbled a "Okay".

That single "okay" seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength in her soul, filled with endless pain, helplessness, reluctance, and deep longing.

She really didn't want to put Qin Qianluo in a difficult position, and even less did she want Qin Qianluo to be distracted by her, affecting her determination and courage to deal with the crisis.

But her Qianluo is so cruel, so cruel to make her face that unknown, potentially irreversible danger alone.

It was cruel to leave her alone to face a world without Qin Qianluo, to endure the ever-present, endless loneliness and the heart-wrenching longing.

That longing will grow wildly like a vine in every corner of her remaining life, entwining her until the very end.

Qin Qianlu keenly sensed the warm touch coming from the back of her neck. The warmth was like a delicate yet powerful electric current, quietly traveling along the texture of her skin.

It entwined her heart with its unique warmth and gentleness, carrying Su Jinyun's distinctive vitality.

It was as if their heartbeats could be transmitted and intertwined through this warmth, striking her heartstrings again and again, causing her to tremble.

She understood perfectly that Jin Yun's silent yet profound gesture was undoubtedly an affirmation of her difficult decision.

In that instant, her heart felt as if it had been suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand covered in sharp thorns, and the excruciating pain surged like a raging tide.

It spread rapidly and overwhelmingly to every inch of her skin and every corner of her body, almost suffocating her.

However, the heavy burden of her mission weighed heavily on her shoulders, like a towering, unshakeable mountain.

She had no room for cowardice or retreat; she could only harden her heart and bury this excruciating pain deep within her soul.

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze like a tranquil and deep pool, or a gentle and soothing breeze, slowly sweeping to one side.

Apart from Haoyue, Yaoguang, Long Nanzhi, and Feng Qingyun all turned around in perfect unison, deliberately creating a relatively independent and private space.

Seeing this, Qin Qianlu couldn't help but sigh softly. The sigh seemed to come from the depths of her soul, mixed with deep gratitude for everyone's understanding.

It also contained an endless sense of helplessness in the face of the current complex situation, like a low and mournful lament, quietly echoing in the camp.

Immediately afterwards, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the bright moon.

The black and white dumpling stared with its round, bell-like eyes, its gaze gleaming with barely suppressed curiosity.

His eyes were practically glued to her and Jin Yun, as if he wanted to etch every minute detail of this scene into the depths of his memory.

For fear of missing any of the wonderful moments, they looked particularly comical and ridiculous, yet also possessed a cute and endearing charm that made people laugh.

Qin Qianlu shook her head helplessly, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.

He then turned his head away, deliberately avoiding the little dumpling that made him both annoyed and amused, as if this would allow him to temporarily forget the humor in the tense atmosphere.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions.

She adjusted her breathing slightly, cleared her throat, and used all her strength to make her voice sound steady, resolute, and powerful.

He said softly, "Yaoguang, I need you to lead the sect disciples to safeguard this peace and protect everyone. I wonder if you have the ability to do so?"