Chapter 6: A Covenant Through Three Lifetimes, Composing a Melody Beneath the Moonlight.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Seeing Luo Qianfan enter, Bai Yu immediately ran over happily, circling around her as if everyone else were merely part of the background. With her two little fangs exposed, she smiled carefreely, leaving Luo Qianfan feeling bewildered and at a loss.

Bai Yu’s temperament was naturally this way—vivacious and restless—and she especially loved to pounce on Luo Qianfan. In the Valley of the Medical Underworld, she was considered a little menace; her temper was volatile, yet her martial arts were exceptional. It was no wonder that wherever Luo Qianfan went, she insisted on bringing her along.

Luo Yi stood quietly behind Luo Qianfan, recounting the events that had unfolded in the main hall.

Luo Yi’s disposition was composed, and her martial arts and strategic mind were top-tier. However, she was far too cold. Every day, she kept a stony face, spending her time either training the secret guards or meditating. Her life was mechanical—unchanging and devoid of vitality. She knew only that from the moment the Young Master saved her, she belonged to the Young Master, and she would never betray that bond.

Only in front of Luo Qianfan could this version of Luo Yi show a fleeting moment of joy. One could only wonder what kind of trauma had turned such a young girl into a person of so few words.

Luo Yi, Luo Yi. The surname "Luo" was taken from Luo Qianfan’s, while the name "Yi"—meaning "one"—was as mysterious and blank as the girl herself. Aside from Luo Qianfan, no one in the Valley of the Medical Underworld understood her deeply. They only knew she was a girl the Young Master had brought back from an outing, and that through her own efforts, she had climbed to this position, becoming the head of the Valley’s Shadow Guards. Beyond that, there was nothing else, and the Valley forbade anyone from gossiping about it behind her back.

Aware of the circumstances, Luo Qianfan stepped to the side of Dongfang Yuyue. Unconsciously, she stood on her tiptoes, forcing herself to meet his gaze, though Dongfang Yuyue was significantly taller. Even with her effort to close the gap, it had little effect, and after some futile fidgeting, she gave up.

Dongfang Yuyue paused, lowering his eyes slightly to meet hers. The beautiful figure before him overlapped with the image in his mind. Watching her pout in frustration, her face flushed a faint red, a gentle smile reached his eyes. Recalling the sensation of the last time, he couldn't help but want to pinch that exquisite little face to see if it was as warm and soft as her hand.

His hand moved faster than his hesitation. In the next second, a large hand unexpectedly cupped Luo Qianfan’s cheek.

Everyone present froze as if struck by lightning. Even Luo Qianfan was startled. Had she just been… flirted with?

In her memory, only one man had ever touched her, and that person had eventually betrayed her for the sake of power. Her thoughts raced.

"Yaoyao, how honored I am to know you, to understand you, and to have you by my side in this life. No matter the thorns that lie ahead, as long as I am here, I will protect you with my life, ensuring you a worry-free existence with a smile as bright as a flower."

"We shall swear a pact for three lifetimes and compose our melody beneath the moon together."

The next instant.

"Release the arrows. Leave none alive."

On the edge of the stone bridge, a tall, beautiful girl with eyebrows like painted art and skin like congealed fat stood proudly, a look of cruelty etched across her face.

As her command fell, thousands of archers stood ready. The tips of their arrows were aimed at Luo Qianfan and her companions. In the blink of an eye, ten thousand arrows descended like a torrential rain. Watching her friends and companions, with whom she had once played, fall one by one before her, Luo Qianfan felt her heart turn to ash. Her blood surged, and in a moment of carelessness, an arrow pierced her left shoulder.

Luo Ying, who was by her side, immediately rushed in front of Luo Qianfan, braving the rain of blades and arrows. "Young Master, go! We will cover your retreat!"

"Young Master, leave quickly..."

"Go!"

"Young Master, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be firewood to burn. In the next life, we shall fight side by side once more."