But Su Qinglan wasn’t looking at him. She was staring at Xuan Long. Her eyes were filled with fear.
"Xuan Long... save Han Jue," she said, her voice shaking.
Xuan Long’s expression instantly darkened.
"No," he said coldly. "You’re in pain. I’m staying here."
"For me, nothing matters more than you."
His words were calm, but there was an unshakable firmness in them. Su Qinglan’s heart trembled.
But the burning on her arm grew stronger, almost like something inside the totem was calling out. She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes.
"Xuan Long... please," she whispered. "Han Jue... it’s his totem. If something happens to him... this mark wouldn’t react like this."
Her voice broke.
"If he dies... I don’t know what will happen to me either."
Xuan Long’s pupils shrank slightly. But he still didn’t move.
"I don’t care about him," he said. "Even if the world collapses, I only care about you."
Su Qinglan’s tears finally spilled over.
"But I care," she said softly.
Her voice was gentle, but it carried a deep weight.
"He’s my mate too... If he dies, how would I face him? How can I live?"
She reached out and grabbed Xuan Long’s arm. "Please... go bring him back," she begged. "We really might not survive without him."
Her tears slid down her cheeks, one after another.
Xuan Long’s expression wavered.
He hated this feeling. He hated the thought of leaving her side. But he hated seeing her cry even more.
He reached out and wiped the tears from her face with his thumb.
"Don’t cry," he murmured. His voice softened. "You know I can’t refuse you when you look at me like this."
Su Qinglan gave a small, shaky smile.
"I know," she whispered.
He leaned closer, his forehead gently touching hers.
"I’ll bring him back," he said quietly. "But the moment I return, you stay by my side. No more dangerous things."
She nodded.
"I promise." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Wait for me."
Without another word, he turned and shot into the forest like a streak of lightning.
Within seconds, he disappeared into the distance...heading straight toward the battlefield where Han Jue and the others were still fighting for their lives.
The moment Xuan Long’s massive tail disappeared into the dark foliage, the softness on Su Qinglan’s face vanished. Her tears dried instantly, replaced by a cold, sharp light in her eyes that made even the nearby young beastmen flinch.
She turned to Lan Yue, who was still sobbing, and handed over the basket with a firm grip. "Lan Yue, take them. Protect them with your life. Do not let go of this basket no matter what happens."

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