A dark figure emerged soundlessly from the shadows of the hall, carrying a heavy aura of killing intent.
It was Jiang Pei—Ye Mochen’s most loyal subordinate.
His features were sharp and cold, his gaze keen as a blade as it locked onto the unfamiliar woman who had barged into this forbidden place.
“Who are you?”
His voice was filled with vigilance and suspicion, one hand already pressing against his waist.
Ran Weiyi didn’t look at him. Her eyes never left Ye Mochen.
“The one who’s here to save him.”
Jiang Pei’s gaze turned even colder.
Over the years, countless so-called miracle doctors and masters had come, one after another, claiming they could save Master Mo.
In the end, they were either scared out of their wits—or nearly torn apart by a frenzied Master Mo.
This woman was unarmed. On what grounds did she dare speak so boldly?
“You’re not welcome here. Leave immediately.”
Jiang Pei issued the dismissal, his tone far from polite.
Only then did Ran Weiyi finally shift her gaze away from Ye Mochen and glance at him indifferently.
“If you delay even a little longer, his meridians will reverse, and he’ll die from internal collapse.”
Her words were calm, yet carried a sense of professionalism and absolute certainty.
Jiang Pei’s heart sank sharply.
All the doctors before had only said useless things like ‘the situation is dangerous’ or ‘his condition isn’t optimistic.’
No one had ever pinpointed Master Mo’s most lethal danger as precisely as she had.
Inside the cage, Ye Mochen’s breathing grew heavier. He clawed at the ground in agony, his long fingers carving pale scratches into the hard stone floor.
Yet those blood-red eyes never once left Ran Weiyi—as if she were the only light in this hell.
Jiang Pei noticed it too.
Whenever Master Mo had an episode, he attacked any living being that approached.
But this woman was standing so close—and not only did Master Mo not attack her, he even seemed to be… asking her for help.
“I don’t have time to explain.”
Ran Weiyi withdrew her gaze and looked back at Ye Mochen, her voice unconsciously softening.
“Ye Mochen, look at me.”
The man’s body stiffened. His chaotic eyes actually tried to focus.
“Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
She extended her other hand through the gap in the iron bars, trying to touch him.
“Don’t!” Jiang Pei cried out in shock, his heart leaping into his throat.
Master Mo would tear her apart!
Yet the bloody scene he expected never came.
Ye Mochen merely trembled all over, allowing that slender, soft hand to gently rest on the back of his scarred hand.
A strange warmth flowed in, accompanied by that cool, medicinal fragrance, soothing the molten fire raging inside him—just a little.
Ye Mochen’s Adam’s apple bobbed as a deeply suppressed whimper escaped his throat.
Jiang Pei froze completely, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.
This woman… she could actually calm Master Mo?
【Sister, his disgust value dropped another 0.2%!】
Ran Weiyi finally steadied her heart.
She looked into Ye Mochen’s eyes and spoke slowly and clearly to Jiang Pei.
“The key.”
“Give it to me.”
Jiang Pei’s pupils constricted violently.
His breathing stalled for a split second.
This girl wasn’t asking.
She was ordering him.
“Are you insane?” he squeezed out through clenched teeth, his voice trembling with shock.
Opening the cage meant releasing a bloodthirsty beast.
Master Mo would kill her—and then rush out and tear everything here to pieces.
“Jiang Pei.”
She called him by his full name for the first time, her tone edged with ice.
“He dies, or I die. Choose one.”
“You can’t save him. I’ll die with him.”
“If you trust me, he lives—and so do I.”
Jiang Pei’s tall body shook violently, as if a sledgehammer had slammed into his chest.
He stared at Ran Weiyi. There was not a trace of fear in her eyes—only a conviction and compassion he couldn’t comprehend.
Then he looked at Master Mo in the cage.
Even on the brink of being completely swallowed by madness, Master Mo’s gaze remained locked on her—an instinctive, desperate yearning for salvation.
In all these years, Jiang Pei had never seen anything in Master Mo’s eyes except a desire for destruction.
“Why should I believe you?!” Jiang Pei roared, a wavering he himself hadn’t noticed creeping into his voice.
Ran Weiyi suddenly curved her lips into a faint smile—light, yet breathtaking.
“Because he believes me.”
Those five words shattered Jiang Pei’s last line of psychological defense.
Master Mo… believes her.
Once the thought took root, it spread like vines, strangling all his reason.
He recalled how Master Mo’s violent aura had truly calmed when this woman simply placed her hand on him.
He saw those eyes now—eyes that had never existed before—filled with pleading.
One gamble.
Even if it meant eternal damnation.
Jiang Pei took a deep breath. The icy air stabbed painfully into his lungs.
With trembling hands, he removed a heavy ring of brass keys from his waist.
The metallic clatter echoed sharply through the deathly silent hall.
He walked stiffly toward Ran Weiyi, not looking at her, but at Ye Mochen inside the cage.
“If anything happens to Master Mo, I’ll make you beg for death and never get it.”
Ran Weiyi ignored the threat and extended her pale hand.
The cold, heavy keys fell into her palm, stark against the warmth of her skin.
She clenched them, turned, and walked toward the iron door separating life and death—without a moment’s hesitation.
Click.
The sound of the key entering the lock was soft, yet piercing.
Jiang Pei’s heart skipped a beat.
Every muscle in his body was taut, his hand gripping his weapon, ready for the worst.
Ran Weiyi slowly turned the key. The heavy lock sprang open.
She withdrew the key, her slender fingers resting on the icy door bolt.
Inside the cage, Ye Mochen suddenly went still.
He lifted his head, those blood-soaked eyes staring unblinkingly at the door about to open.
The thick iron door was slowly pulled open in her hands.
A gap appeared.
Then it grew wider.
Her cool medicinal scent, tinged with sweetness, poured unobstructed into the cage, instantly enveloping Ye Mochen.
Jiang Pei held his breath, his eyes nearly popping out.
The door was open.
That woman was really going in.
When the iron door was fully opened, Jiang Pei’s heart nearly leapt out of his throat.
His hand clenched his weapon, blood roaring in his ears.
She was insane.
This woman was completely insane.
Yet Ran Weiyi didn’t even blink.
She stepped forward, her skirt brushing the icy floor without a sound, and entered that narrow space of living hell.
Inside the cage, Ye Mochen’s massive, destructive body was stretched tight like a rock on the verge of shattering under the cover of her scent.
A beast-like growl rumbled in his throat. In those crimson eyes surged both frenzied killing intent—and a faint clarity, almost swallowed whole.
Ran Weiyi didn’t stop.
She walked slowly, each step seeming to tread on Ye Mochen’s heart.
Three steps.
Two steps.
One step.
At last, she stopped before the man curled up in the corner.