In that mysterious and illusory space, Chuxuan was tightly enveloped by the bizarre and powerful energy of the Golden Dawn, as if bound by countless resilient spider threads. He was unable to move an inch, every muscle and every shred of spiritual energy fighting stubbornly against this external force, yet appearing so powerless. Watching Tushan Honghong step closer, he felt frantic with anxiety, trying to stop her from stepping into this dangerous situation. Yet that invisible binding rendered all his efforts futile, leaving him to utter a painful and helpless cry deep within his heart: "Honghong, why must you do this!" That voice echoed in the silent space, filled with bitterness and melancholy.
Tushan Honghong walked with light, lotus-like steps, her graceful figure radiating incomparable determination. Her autumn-water-like eyes held a depth as vast as the sea, and she stared straight at Chuxuan without a trace of fear. Parting her lips, she said softly and resolutely, "Dumb Taoist, you know that there is no way I could abandon you and survive alone." With those words, she quickened her pace, her sleeves fluttering like a spirited fire phoenix traversing heavy mists as she charged straight toward Chuxuan.
Gazing at Tushan Honghong's figure, Chuxuan felt a tempest of emotions. He knew full well that he had fallen into such a desperate plight, and he did not want to drag down the woman before him who loved him so deeply. "I am not worth you paying such a price for me." Hi…
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