The scene shifts to a lone tomb outside Qinghe County. Although Panchen had no real affection for Wu Dalang—though they were married in name only—she wept bitterly, heartbroken. When Wu Song lifted the lid of the coffin, he gasped, "Good heavens! Wu Dalang's entire body is black!" High Light approached and saw that Wu Dalang's nose still streamed blood, his whole body tinged with bruising. "He died from poisoning!" High Light declared with certainty. Wu Song clenched his fists tightly, his teeth clicking loudly, saying, "I will repay this blood debt with blood! As long as I find the true culprit!" Panchen interjected, "I never thought it possible—during the time I was confined in Huayue Pavilion, my husband died under mysterious circumstances, and from poisoning! What a terrible fate! How unfortunate I have been! Many people even claim I killed my own husband. Would I ever do such a thing?" "Panchen, don't worry," High Light reassured her. "This will be a case of enduring injustice—let me bring it to light!" The highlights deeply moved Pan Jinlian. She never imagined that this outstanding man before her would not only advocate justice for her but also restore her image, presenting her anew on the historical stage. High-light took out his super portable computer, activated the camera, and began taking images of Wu Dalang's body. At the same time, the computer had a UV-emitting LED light that was shining internally on Wu Dalang's body. The analysis and processing system of the computer became highly active, with High-light typing rapidly and efficiently on the keyboard. Wu Song and Pan Jinlian had never seen such technology from nearly a thousand years ago—both were wide-eyed in wonder, especially Pan Jinlian, who was extremely curious about this advanced portable computer. "Wow! What is this? It's so fascinating! I'd like to learn how to use it too!" Pan Jinlian grew increasingly interested in the bright tablet computer, as the image captured by the camera was remarkably accurate. However, in her own time—during the Song Dynasty—the portraits were typically painted by Chinese landscape artists, and their quality was often poor, frequently distorting the likeness of people. In contrast, this high-definition digital camera could clearly and fully reproduce the true appearance of people, events, and objects. Pan Jinlian thought for a moment. Currently, there were only two pharmacies in Qinghe County: one run by the Xi Men family, which was also the largest pharmacy, and the other run by Zhang Shouchu, which was somewhat smaller in scale. Both pharmacies sold arsenic medicine, but it was unclear which one had leaked the supply. Gao Liang smiled and said, "What's difficult about this?" He whispered a few words to Wu Song, who immediately understood. Then, Wu Song promptly walked off with great strides. Pan Jinlian turned to Gao Liang and said, "Wow! Quickly teach me! This is so magical!" Pan Jinlian was deeply interested in computers from a thousand years later and kept asking Gao Liang to teach her. At that moment, Gao Liang's mind flashed a line of text: "Master! I'm leaving! Take care!" It was Ying'er! Gao Liang simply didn't have the heart to teach Pan Jinlian about the computer, so he casually replied, "Later, perhaps!" Yet Pan Jinlian was deeply disappointed and frowned, saying, "Hmph! Distracted, aren't you? Well, never mind." After speaking, she rose and left, and Gao Liang didn't ask where she was going—instead, he simply called out to Ying'er in his heart. At that moment, Ying'er was actually right beside Gao Liang, gazing at her master with a face full of sorrow. She had already made up her mind: she wanted to leave her master and return to her original home—the Hall of the Supreme Deity. Originally, she was a fairy in the divine realm serving the Heavenly Saint Mother. But when the Heavenly Emperor fell in love with her, he insisted on making advances, which deeply offended her. Enraged, the Emperor immediately demoted her to the mortal world. However, during her exile to the mortal realm, Ying'er secretly stole the precious Yue Guang Box cherished by the Emperor. With this box, she unintentionally crossed through time and space. Coincidentally, Gao Liang was playing the game "The Legend of the Moonlight Pavilion" at the Moonlight Bay Internet Café in Hanshai City, China. Thus, Ying'er found herself transported into the very game Gao Liang was playing—leading to the initial scene where Gao Liang unexpectedly entered the space of the Yue Guang Box. Why did Ying'er Ying'er herself felt deeply conflicted. Watching the graceful, enchanting Panshenglien so close to Gao Liang, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Gao Liang has deceived me! He promised so many things, yet he never follows through. Still, that's fine—this way, I can finally be free. Even if I return to the heavenly court to face the harshest punishment, I am willing. For someone with no hope, any punishment seems equally acceptable. Gao Liang immediately deployed his most refined light-footed technique, the "Eight Steps to Catch a Cicada." Yet, as a disciple of Shaolin renowned for both meditation and martial arts, he reached the summit of a mountain, leaping vigorously—only to find his fingertips grazing the edge of Ying'er's sleeve, failing to grasp her delicate hand. It was because Ying'er had slightly stepped aside; had she extended her hand even a little, Gao Liang would have been able to lift her and soar with her. But she did not cooperate. "Master! We shall meet again in our next life! From now on, your path to divinity will have to be one you forge on your own!" Ying'er's voice deeply moved Gao Liang. Without her, what good would it be to achieve divinity? His head spun, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground with a soft thud. When he awoke, he found himself in a simple cottage outside the city. A warm towel was pressed against his forehead, and a clean quilt lay gently upon his body. Though not brand new, the quilt was freshly washed and carried a pleasant fragrance—something that made Gao Liang feel exceptionally comfortable. "I've been waiting for you all night!" It was Pan Jinlian's voice. Gao Liang looked at her with a tone of sincere gratitude. At that moment, Pan Jinlian was graceful in posture, light in movement, exquisitely alluring, her cheeks flushed with the color of peaches and plums.