The night was deep.

In the outskirts of Y City.

Dragging a suitcase, Ye Yuqiao aimlessly walked on the unfamiliar streets, with tears continuously falling from her face.

The saddest thing in the world is to have found where your heart belongs, only to steel yourself to leave it and wander alone.

Only two hours after leaving, Ye Yuqiao already missed home terribly, and her Chen Hao.

What was Chen Hao doing right now? Ye Yuqiao wondered.

Thinking that Chen Hao might be anxiously looking for her, or possibly upset and feeling down in his blanket, Ye Yuqiao's heart ached faintly; or rather, thinking that Chen Hao was still foolishly unaware of her departure or, even worse, indifferent about it, Ye Yuqiao felt as if her heart was being cut with a knife.

Her heart was conflicted! She hoped Chen Hao would think of her but was also afraid that thinking of her would cause him pain.

The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival frosted the road surface and elongated Ye Yuqiao's lonely shadow, adding to the chill in her heart. The rustling of fallen leaves against the pavement seemed to carry Chen Hao's laughter through the wind.

Walking, just walking.

Suddenly, Ye Yuqiao's dull eyes sparkled with brilliance!

Through the connection with the Nether King's Heart, she sensed that the Yin Qi Spiritual Power inside Chen Hao was on the verge of being exhausted.

Instantly, she felt an overwhelming sense of urgency!

With the Nether King's Power, Chen Hao had several times more Yin Qi Spiritual Power inside him compared to merely having the Nether Eye Power. Unless he faced a formidable opponent, there was no way Chen Hao's Yin Qi Spiritual Power could be depleted.

Then, with her eyes closed, Ye Yuqiao's mind was filled with the scene Chen Hao's left eye was seeing at that moment.

"Ah!" Ye Yuqiao exclaimed in shock. Through Chen Hao's left eye, she saw an old friend she had known for more than twenty thousand years—the Clan Leader of the Zhao Family, one of the Eight Great Clans of the Netherworld, Zhao Chong.

Ye Yuqiao knew that although Zhao Chong might not be able to kill Chen Hao, who possessed the Nether King's Heart, he surely had thousands of ways to inflict unbearable pain on Chen Hao.

"How could I be so stupid!" Ye Yuqiao cried, murmuring with self-reproach in her tone. "Chen Hao killed King Ning, the Ghost King; how could the people from the Netherworld just let him off so easily! I should have stayed by his side at this moment. How could I selfishly leave for my own sake, letting him face all this alone!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Yuqiao activated the Nether King's Power, instantly turning into a shadow that disappeared from the street in the blink of an eye.

At this very moment, inside the living room of Ye Yuqiao's home.

Feeling the Nether King's Power emanating from Ye Yuqiao drawing near, Zhao Chong, who had been using his powerful Yin Qi Spiritual Power to deplete Chen Hao's Spiritual Power, suddenly ceased his actions, looked around anxiously with a pale face. His breathing and heartbeat came to an abrupt halt at that moment!

Meanwhile, Chen Hao was anxiously waiting. He couldn't understand why Ye Yuqiao had left without a word; it made his heart feel like it was being pierced by thorns. He couldn't help but wonder if Ye Yuqiao had ever truly liked him, or if she was so fed up that she decided to leave.

Only a second passed, yet it felt like a century to both of them.

Swallowed by this pessimistic mood, Chen Hao felt he had aged in an instant.

Finally, a black shadow appeared on the floor between Chen Hao and Zhao Chong, and Ye Yuqiao slowly emerged from the shadow.

Upon seeing Ye Yuqiao, Zhao Chuan was suddenly tearful, his gaze frozen in astonishment.

Chen Hao's face was set in a frown, his eyebrows deeply furrowed. The Ye Yuqiao before him made him feel like she was a stranger, and the excited expression on Zhao Chong's face when he saw Ye Yuqiao for the first time filled Chen Hao with jealousy.

"Yuqiao! Is it really you?" Zhao Chong asked, staring at Ye Yuqiao, his voice trembling as if he was crying.

Ye Yuqiao lifted her head to look at Zhao Chuan, her expression indifferent, her eyes filled with hostility. After hesitating for a long time, she nodded slightly and said coldly, "Yes, it's me!"

Zhao Chong's trembling hand slowly reached out towards Ye Yuqiao. That frost-like face had haunted his dreams for eighteen years and had plunged him into despair for just as long!

Watching Zhao Chong reach out to Ye Yuqiao, Chen Hao felt bitterness rising from the bottom of his heart to his throat. Could everything really be as he had guessed—that Ye Yuqiao had an extraordinary relationship with this man whom she had just met?

Just as Zhao Chong's hand was about to touch Ye Yuqiao's cheek, Ye Yuqiao suddenly stepped back, retreating to Chen Hao's side and glaring at him, "Do not be presumptuous!"

At this moment, her face regained the coldness and authority she had had as the Nether King.

Zhao Chong's eyes snapped shut, shattering the hot tears nestled in his lashes. After taking a deep breath, he tried his best to steady his voice and said, "Your Majesty, why has your Yang Soul appeared in the mortal world?"

Ye Yuqiao's pupils dilated suddenly, staring coldly at Zhao Chong and said, "Zhao Chong, I just want to know, are you a friend or a foe?"

"What?" Zhao Chong's tone was very surprised, "Your Majesty, we have grown up together since childhood, how could you doubt my sincerity towards you?"

Ye Yuqiao snorted angrily, "If that's the case, then why did you not lead troops to suppress them when the Ghost King and the Eight Great Law Kings escaped from the Gate of the Nether King? Instead, you bent the knee to the Ghost King?"

Zhao Chong's face darkened, filled with pain.

After a pause, just as Zhao Chong was about to speak again, Chen Hao suddenly roared, "Enough!"

Hearing Chen Hao's roar, Ye Yuqiao's eyebrows instantly furrowed, tears welled in her eyes, and the cold pride and authority on her face vanished. She looked at Zhao Chong and said with a hoarse voice, "Zhao Chong, please step aside for a moment."

Zhao Chong nodded and immediately vanished into thin air.

Chen Hao grabbed Ye Yuqiao's shoulder, twisting her body to face him, and said in a heavy tone, "Tell me, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

Ye Yuqiao looked up at Chen Hao, her face streaked with pink tear marks. She pursed her lips and shook her head repeatedly.

Chen Hao took a step closer to Ye Yuqiao, gripping her left hand tightly and demanding loudly, "Tell me, is it because you never liked me at all, that's why you left without a word?"

Ye Yuqiao averted her eyes, avoiding Chen Hao's stern gaze. She raised her right hand to cover her mouth, tears streaming down like a fountain, and after a long time, she finally said, "Sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"I don't want your apologies, I want the truth!" Chen Hao roared. In a fit of rage, he flipped over the teapot on the right side.

Immediately, the crisp sound of shattering glass erupted in the living room.

"Ah!" Ye Yuqiao screamed.

Chen Hao saw that a piece of glass had cut the back of Ye Yuqiao's left hand, and a bright red line of blood dripped down her arm to the floor.

Seeing this, a frantic Chen Hao grabbed Ye Yuqiao's hand and said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you!"

With her lips pouting in grievance, Ye Yuqiao sobbed out, "Can you not be so fierce to me in the future?"

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