The moment the news of Yunqi's injury reached him, an uncontrollable rage made Zhong Yun’s face turn terrifyingly ashen. The aura he instantly radiated startled both women.

Weiwei looked at him with a complex expression, feeling an overwhelming knot of emotions—an inexpressible sorrow. Zhong Yun's intense concern for that person made their relationship painfully clear. Thinking of herself, she was instantly consumed by self-pity, her spirit deeply wounded.

Su Xing’s heart hammered in her chest. She had just witnessed Zhong Yun kill over a dozen people in the blink of an eye, albeit to save her. But as an ordinary person, a clerk at the police station, when had she ever seen such a gruesome scene?

Furthermore, Zhong Yun paid absolutely no attention to her exceptional beauty; having lost her most potent weapon, her very life rested in his hands. How could she not be terrified?

She stammered, "She… she’s fine… Now… her injuries are mostly healed."

"Where is she now?" Zhong Yun stared intensely at her, his urgency evident.

"I hid her in a very safe place, but… her mobility is limited, so she asked me to find a man named Zhong Yun."

Su Xing sometimes deeply regretted her momentary softness that led her to save that person. If she had called the police back then, none of this trouble would have happened.

Zhong Yun had already pieced together the likely sequence of events: Yunqi came to Kedong Xing looking for him, somehow provoked someone, was hunted, and then rescued by Su Xing. Yunqi must have seen the advertisement, but because she couldn't move easily, she entrusted Su Xing to find him.

This meant Su Xing was also Yunqi’s savior. Realizing this, Zhong Yun felt a surge of gratitude and regretted his previous harsh attitude.

With that thought, Zhong Yun's expression softened. "You saved her. I am very grateful."

Although Su Xing was usually sharp-tongued, she wasn't thoughtless. Facing Zhong Yun, she dared not put on airs, entirely due to the profound impression he had made, which instilled fear in her.

Zhong Yun's eyes shifted to the screen, a flash of killing intent crossing his face. "Forget them. Let's go."

With that, he led the two women away from the location. Before leaving, he sent a message to Xiao Ling: "Kill all of them."

The three walked through the forest for about five minutes until they spotted an aircraft parked in a clearing. Boarding it, Zhong Yun activated the craft and asked, "Address."

Su Xing quickly recited an address. Zhong Yun input the location into the aircraft’s navigation system, and soon, the craft ascended.

In the forest, the fifty-plus members of the Zeng family were still searching. The instrument in their hands suddenly chimed, detecting the aircraft. "Trying to escape?" Zeng Youxi, the second son of the Zeng family, scowled darkly and roared, "Pursue!"

More than fifty people took to the air, pursuing with palpable killing intent.

They were extremely cautious, equipped with luxurious gear, especially one individual carrying a small detection device that could sense even a tiny particle gun within hundreds of kilometers ahead of time. Thus, they chased recklessly.

However, Zhong Yun dared to search for someone on the territory of his enemy, the Kedong family; how could he be unprepared? This time, he had brought all his stealth mechs, which were far more advanced than Davo's.

The combat effectiveness of this batch of stealth mechs might not be exceptional—at best comparable to two-star mechs. But their stealth capabilities were far superior. These mechs had been in production on Qiyun Star, but unfortunately, output was low. Zhong Yun had brought half of them this time—over one hundred units in total.

These stealth mechs had secretly been transported to Kedong Star, bypassing all scrutiny. Having nearly lost his life at the Kedong residence last time, he was determined not to let such an event recur. One hundred stealth mechs, catching the enemy completely unawares, could turn the planet upside down.

Fifty units were positioned nearby.

The fifty unsuspecting Zeng family elites flew over the mechs lying in ambush when hundreds of beams suddenly erupted. Before they could react, they were pierced through by the dense light beams, each one tumbling down. From Zeng Youxi and Zeng Youguang downwards, not a single one was spared.

The fifty-plus Zeng elites perished there inexplicably. Even in death, they could not comprehend why their most advanced small detectors had failed to give any warning.

After eliminating the enemies, fifty shapeless mechs flew out of the woods, following Zhong Yun’s aircraft.

Inside the aircraft, Zhong Yun sat rigidly, his lips tightly pressed, saying nothing. He had already received confirmation from Xiao Ling that the Zeng family forces had been completely annihilated.

Weiwei sat not far from him, her head bowed, lost in thought.

Su Xing’s expression was strange, her eyes cautiously darting between Zhong Yun and Weiwei, her gaze flickering.

The interior of the aircraft was circular, capable of holding more than ten people. Although the three occupants were present, it didn't feel crowded. However, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

As Su Xing's eyes kept shifting, a faint, almost imperceptible sound reached her ears. Unconsciously, a strong sense of drowsiness overcame her. After a while, her eyelids grew heavier, and with a slight tilt of her head, she actually fell asleep sitting up.

"Weiwei," Zhong Yun's slightly hoarse voice sounded. Su Xing had been put to sleep by his doing; he needed to discuss private matters and did not want her to overhear.

Weiwei did not move or respond, as if she hadn't heard Zhong Yun call her.

"There are things I must make clear to you. You must have guessed already—I have a girlfriend. I love her deeply; she is the woman I cherish above all else." Zhong Yun spoke on his own.

Weiwei’s body shuddered, her heart feeling as if it were brutally torn in half. Two years of profound longing dissolved into endless despair.

Zhong Yun stood up and walked over, placing his hands on her shoulders. Her body trembled slightly. "I will absolutely never leave her, even if it means death."

"Stop talking…" Weiwei's voice seemed to be wrung out with all her remaining strength from her chest, stripped of its usual sweet allure. "Please, stop talking…" Before she finished, she dropped her head, her entire body losing support, collapsing into Zhong Yun’s embrace. The shock was too great; she fainted.

Zhong Yun felt a pang of deep sorrow. Holding her body, he placed one hand on the crown of her head, channeling his primal energy continuously into her.

Zhong Yun’s ability was peculiar, possessing multiple properties, including hypnotic effects, and could also be used for healing. Weiwei had only suffered a massive shock, causing her vital energy to surge, leading to the faint. She was actually unharmed.

After a moment, Weiwei let out a soft moan and awoke. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Zhong Yun looking at her with concern. She stared blankly at the face she had longed for, her eyes gradually reddening.

Zhong Yun’s hand, which had been resting on her head, moved to caress her face. There was a strange sensation on his fingers, as if two sheets of paper were stuck together. Although the difference was minute, he still discerned it.

Following the contours of her face down to her neck, he finally reached normal skin at her collarbone. With a gentle rub at the edge, he pinched a corner and slowly peeled a layer off her face, revealing her devastating beauty. Throughout the process, Weiwei remained motionless, allowing him to proceed.

The material felt like a mask, varying in thickness, much like the human-skin masks from Wuxia novels, though not quite as thin. This mask was ingeniously crafted; even he couldn't discern it. It must have been a highly advanced technological product.

Tossing the mask aside, Zhong Yun’s hands traced her delicate skin. He stroked it carefully, as if caressing a work of art.

Weiwei pressed his hand down, holding his palm firmly against her cheek. Tears began to slip from the corners of her eyes like pearls shedding their string.

"Don't cry," Zhong Yun tightened his grip, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"I'm not crying…" Weiwei said, but the tears fell faster.

Zhong Yun sighed, "I told you long ago that I already have a girlfriend, but you wouldn't believe me. Look at you, crying makes my heart ache. "

Weiwei could hold back no longer. She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest, sobbing, "Don't leave me… I can't live without you… Don't abandon me again…"

Zhong Yun felt a choking sensation in his chest, an intense discomfort. Both women loved him deeply. Although he was resolved to remain eternally devoted to Yunqi, he was not entirely without feeling for the woman in his arms.

Yunqi might accept Xiao Ruo; over the years, she had tacitly acknowledged Xiao Ruo’s existence. But whether she could accept Weiwei, he had little certainty.

Most importantly, was Weiwei prepared to abandon everything and leave with him?

Weiwei cried herself to sleep. Since receiving news from Zhong Yun, she had been extremely tense. In her search for him, she had gone without sleep for over ten days. Even though she had broken through the Level Twenty barrier, she had reached her limit. The recent emotional shock had drained her last reserves of energy, and she finally succumbed to exhaustion.

Zhong Yun watched the aircraft screen. They were only ten minutes from their destination. The thought of seeing Yunqi soon filled him with excitement, pushing aside the distress caused by Weiwei.

Zhong Yun woke Su Xing up. She blinked groggily and saw Zhong Yun sitting next to her, immediately sitting up straight, murmuring apologetically, "How did I fall asleep?"

"We've arrived," Zhong Yun said.

Su Xing glanced at the screen; indeed, they had reached the address she had given. She stood up quickly. "Let's go." Her eyes flickered toward Weiwei, who was lying on her side on a seat, apparently asleep. At this moment, she certainly wouldn't be tactless enough to ask if she should be woken up. She pretended not to notice and headed straight off the aircraft.

The aircraft was parked on the roof of a building. After disembarking, Zhong Yun and Su Xing entered the building and took the elevator down until they stopped one hundred meters underground.

Su Xing ushered Zhong Yun out of the elevator. Outside was a base, a metal-constructed corridor that Zhong Yun knew intimately. "Where is this?" he asked, maintaining contact with Xiao Ling.

"It was my husband's secret studio during his lifetime. Only I knew about it," Su Xing replied, her voice calm as she mentioned her deceased husband, clearly having emerged from her grief.

"Is Yunqi here?" Upon entering, Zhong Yun’s vigilance heightened to the maximum. He subtly moved closer to Su Xing, ready to apprehend her should she make any sudden move. Though he didn't believe she would try any tricks, caution was paramount.

"She said she had a tracker on her, and only in an isolation chamber would she be safe from the enemy." Su Xing was very familiar with the layout. She led him through several turns to a door. "It’s right here."

"Open it." Zhong Yun’s voice trembled slightly. Finally, he was about to see Yunqi; his heart surged. It had been four years since he last saw her; he wondered if she had changed.

Su Xing hesitated before speaking, "Once the door opens, they will know she is here, and then…"

Killing intent flared sharply in Zhong Yun’s eyes. "Even if they don't come, I will go find them to settle scores." Daring to harm Yunqi was like touching his reverse scale. He had never desired to kill so fiercely; he would spare none of those who dared to lay a hand on Yunqi.

Su Xing's heart lurched upon meeting his gaze. She dared not look further, inputting the passcode beside her as the heavy door slowly ground open.

Inside was a spacious area furnished with a few pieces of furniture, kept very tidy, the entire space visible at a glance. A screen-like partition cordoned off a corner.

"Yunqi!" Zhong Yun shouted, but his feet did not step inside.

"Ah!" A gasp sounded from behind the partition, followed immediately by a face appearing before Zhong Yun. He felt a hot current surge through his chest, banishing all doubt, and he rushed inside.

As beautiful as ever, Zhong Yun looked at the woman who haunted his dreams, his emotions surging. He swept her into his arms, holding her so tightly as if afraid she might vanish.

Liu Yunqi, suddenly seeing the lover she had desperately sought, was both startled and overjoyed. Being held by him felt dreamlike and unreal.

"Is it really you?" Liu Yunqi struggled free from his embrace, cupping his face with both hands, her voice trembling.

"It's me." Zhong Yun gazed at her deeply, filled with infinite tenderness. "You've lost weight."

Liu Yunqi’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Finally, two clear tears slid from her eyes, glistening like diamonds under the light.

Zhong Yun’s heart jolted. He rarely saw Yunqi cry, and at that moment, he felt an unbearable heartache. If he hadn't returned to Qiyun Star on time, Yunqi wouldn't have had to travel so far. What suffering had she endured searching for him?

The two held each other tightly, immersed in the joy of reunion, oblivious to anything outside.

They embraced for an unknown length of time until Su Xing, standing nearby, could bear it no longer and coughed lightly, "Um, perhaps we should leave now?"

Zhong Yun and Yunqi snapped back to reality as if waking from a dream. "Do you have anything important?" Zhong Yun asked, his arm around her waist not loosening.

Liu Yunqi shook her head. She hadn't brought much with her; everything had been lost during the chase.

"Let's go, we're going home," Zhong Yun said, pulling her gently, his voice flowing like soft water.