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The main hall of the Bai Residence was filled with a sense of oppression. The White Clan Leader sat dejectedly in the main seat, while the butler stood respectfully behind him.
Ye Gui and Ni Tian sat nearby, appearing very solemn.
Rarely, White Soul also emerged from the courtyard and appeared here, closely accompanied by Flower Tears, whose face was haggard and eyes unfocused, giving the impression that she might drift away at any moment.
The only ones who seemed relaxed were Silver Moon and Zhen'er. They had not separated at all, always holding onto each other, especially Silver Moon, who looked as if it did not concern him.
I briefly recounted everything that had happened during this time, including the rescue by Nine Charm, but I did not mention our relationship.
"Now, who can tell me what exactly is going on with Silver Moon?"
Seeing everyone silent, I couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Sister Xi Meng, let me speak," Zhen'er said as she glanced at Silver Moon and then patted the hand that held hers.
"Ever since you disappeared, the illusion here has also dissipated. Later, the villagers felt something was off and planned to go to the shrine, but we found that the shrine was sealed with a barrier that no one could enter. Some villagers even reported that the entire Holy Spirit Village had been cursed, truly isolating us from the outside world."
"Are people starting to doubt the divine beast in the shrine now?"
Zhen'er shook her head, her eyes filled with anger. "Those foolish villagers would rather die than doubt the divine beast. They have slowly begun to spread rumors that it is you outsiders who brought this curse."
"Hmph, they should all die," Ye Gui said coldly. I knew he was not someone who meddled in others' affairs; his presence here was purely out of necessity, and he did not care about the villagers' lives.
Strangely, the White Clan Leader did not refute this; he merely cleared his throat awkwardly, his expression very unnatural.
As if sensing my gaze, the White Clan Leader slowly spoke, "It is my fault."
It was truly laughable that a divine beast that had never shown itself had already surpassed the position of the clan leader. The villagers here were truly beyond saving. No wonder Mosang was so confident; indeed, even if they all died, it seemed no one would object.
"What about Silvermoon?"
"I'll explain. I'm sorry, Dream Goddess. It was I who prayed for everyone to stay and protect White Soul and the villagers here. The lord's body cannot hold out much longer. If you really encounter danger, we won't be able to save you, and we will lose our last chance of victory."
The steward suddenly knelt in the middle of the hall, and everyone had no reaction.
After all, he was an elder, and he had done nothing wrong; he prioritized the greater good. "Get up; I understand your actions."
"No, Goddess, please let me finish." The steward stubbornly said, refusing to rise.
"I harmed Prince Silvermoon. I know that we are not worth saving, but I had no choice. To keep everyone safe, I secretly activated the mechanisms of Bai Residence. No one is allowed to leave here, nor can anyone enter. This mechanism was built by the earliest ancestors of Holy Spirit Village, known only to each generation's clan leader and their steward. The mechanism itself is indestructible unless one is willing to risk their life."
"Could it be that Silvermoon—"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Goddess. I didn't expect Prince Silvermoon to fight his way out of here. After he left heavily injured, he went alone to the shrine. By the time we found him, His Highness was already unconscious."
"Was he injured? Is it serious?"
"Goddess, don't worry. His Highness isn't seriously injured; he's just been asleep for a long time. When he wakes up, he won't remember anyone. Strangely enough, he is only willing to approach Miss Zhen'er."
Mentioning Zhen'er made me glance at her. I saw Zhen'er looking at me as well, seemingly wanting to say something but remaining silent.
I had no mind to speculate on Zhen'er's thoughts; all I wanted to know now was how to save Silvermoon.
"I'm afraid, to save Silver Moon, we still have to go to that shrine," said the Rebellious One.
Everyone fell silent, at a loss for what to do; if we went back, there would only be a dead end.
"It seems it's time for me to repay my debts," Flower Tears whispered. None of us understood, and then he left with White Soul.
"Steward, get up. This old bone of mine is still waiting for your service," said White Clan Leader as he stood up and walked out.
The steward bowed deeply and said, "If the Goddess can save Holy Spirit Village, I am willing to die to atone for my mistakes. But please allow me to take care of the master until the very last moment."
After saying this, he stood up and unsteadily followed White Clan Leader out.
"Sister Xi Meng, can His Highness be cured?" Zhen'er hesitantly asked.
"I'm not sure, but I will do my best."
I truly didn't know what the final outcome would be. However, I was determined to save Silver Moon. Knowing that Zhen'er liked Silver Moon, and that Silver Moon's situation happened to align with Zhen'er's feelings, it was clear that this was not true love. Misguided intentions would only harm both Zhen'er and Silver Moon.
This time, I ignored Zhen'er's pitiful expression and resolutely stood up to leave. On the way back to the courtyard, I couldn't help but mock myself. Xi Meng, oh Xi Meng, you want so badly to save Silver Moon—don't you have a hint of selfishness?
Yes, there were still questions I hadn't asked him personally.
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