Qing Muye, walking forward, heard the sound and stopped.
Turning his head, he saw He Kalinno, bag and all, rolling down the mountain.
After rolling only five or six times, the large backpack got stuck on the ground, preventing He Kalinno from rolling further.
"Ah, I was scared to death."
He Kalinno lay on the ground, looking at the proud man standing above, arms crossed, with a condescending and extremely cold demeanor.
She reached out, her pale hand waving a few times, "Master, it hurts so much, I can't get up. Can you help me?"
"You can call out and move, seems like you're fine."
Qing Muye raised his wrist, "I'll give you one minute to get up, or I'll leave."
Qing Muye never had a good temper with women other than Meng Jingwei.
He Kalinno, who was lying on the ground pretending to be pitiful, almost jumped up when she heard him.
To make it more convincing, she acted with all her might, "Oh no, Master, my ankle... my ankle is really sprained, it hurts so much. Can you come down and help me?"
"Forty seconds left. Are you sure you don't want me to leave?"
The man stood in his spot, unmoving, with no intention of helping her.
"My ankle really hurts, sob... Master, you're too heartless..." He Kalinno was both angry and aggrieved.
How could there be a man in the world who was unmoved by her?
It was truly detestable.
"If you don't want to walk, just keep lying there. If you die, it'll be less trouble for me." Qing Muye had no patience to wait for He Kalinno any longer.
After speaking, he turned and continued to walk forward.
He left without looking back, without hesitation.
He walked so casually, so decisively.
He Kalinno, still lying on the ground, was furious, "Hey, hey, hey, Master, Master, don't go, wait for me."
She quickly got up from the ground, so angry that she kicked a nearby stone. Perhaps the kick was too strong, and she actually sprained her ankle.
"Hiss... Oh..., it hurts so much!"
He Kalinno winced in pain, standing on one foot with the other leg bent, gently shaking her ankle.
Even hearing her cries of pain, Qing Muye only thought she was putting on a show and continued to walk forward without slowing down.
"Wait for me, hiss... wait for me."
An unnamable fire surged in He Kalinno's heart, and she had to limp after Qing Muye.
As she chased him, she cursed, "Qing Muye, you scoundrel, you better not fall into my hands. I'm telling you, one day when you become my defeated opponent, I'll tie you up and bring you into my harem. Then I'll neglect you every day, let you know what it feels like to be neglected by me, let you know what it means to 'guard the empty boudoir' alone... hiss, oh my, my ankle hurts so much."
The man in the distance sensed that she wasn't faking the pain. Although he didn't turn his head, his walking speed gradually slowed.
"You won't live to see that day!" he said.
"Hmph, there's no man that this young master wants to 'conquer' that I can't conquer." He Kalinno sped up to catch up with Qing Muye, infuriated by him.
The two continued to walk forward.
The vast two mountains, with Manopas in front, obscured Mount Isazt.
It took two days to cross the two mountains, and even more time to climb to the summit of Mount Isazt.
Time was tight, and they couldn't afford to delay.
Qing Muye not only needed to find Meng Jingwei but also help her win the top prize, carrying a heavy burden.
"Master, I'm so thirsty. My water bottle is empty, do you have any water?" She acted like a willful little princess, shamelessly cooing at Qing Muye.
The man found her a bit noisy and glanced back at her.
He intended to refuse, but seeing her pale face and sweating profusely, he threw his water bottle to her, "Here."
He Kalinno, thirsty, unscrewed the cap and took a sip of water. She grinned and shook the water bottle, "Master, is this an indirect kiss?"