More Wuto soldiers appeared, blocking her path. She simply cracked her whip, letting out a cold laugh, then leaped up, seizing two long sabers from the Wuto soldiers. With both blades in hand, she struck without hesitation, her enemies falling with each slash.
She was restraining herself, unable to use her sword for fear of exposing her identity, but at least she could use these blades. Yet what use was this? If only she had been earlier… just a bit earlier… He Yan’s heart suddenly filled with anguish.
Nothing was visible on the water’s surface except floating ship debris, with no sign of Xiao Jue. That person… the one who had pulled her from despair, who remembered her birthday, made her longevity noodles, showed her fireflies, who teased yet indulged her in spring – how could he vanish here?
She needed to reach that spot quickly, to find Xiao Jue. Lin Shuanghe was still in Jiyang; if they found him quickly enough, there might still be hope. There weren’t many people in this world who treated her well, and the one who treated her best absolutely couldn’t die.
The Wuto soldiers were too much in the way. He Yan’s expression turned cold and fierce, her sabers dancing in dazzling patterns. Her steps never ceased as she desperately charged toward the explosion site.
Watching the young woman’s figure, Mu Yi felt that nothing in heaven or earth could impede her advance. Her movements were as swift as an eagle, as sharp as a blade – he had never known a woman could fight like this.
Wuto soldiers rushed at her only to be cut down one after another. She pressed forward relentlessly, leaving a trail of Wuto corpses behind until she finally reached the water.
“Xiao Jue!” she called out.
No response.
“Xiao Jue!”
He Yan bent down, trying to find something in the water, but when she lifted her hand, only water slipped through her fingers, leaving nothing behind.
Empty.
She felt lost, too lost to distinguish the overwhelming sorrow in her heart. This feeling was like the day she suddenly went blind, like the day Hè Wanru’s people held her underwater – the feeling of losing something incredibly important.
“Xiao Jue…” she murmured.
Just then, a voice came from behind: “What are you shouting for?”
She whirled around to see a young man in black armor striding toward her, his autumn-water-cool eyes carrying a hint of mockery.
……..
The next instant, she suddenly rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms, tightly wrapping her arms around his waist, and burying her face in his chest.
The Jiyang City soldiers on the shore froze in astonishment.
More Wuto soldiers appeared, blocking her path. She simply cracked her whip, letting out a cold laugh, then leaped up, seizing two long sabers from the Wuto soldiers. With both blades in hand, she struck without hesitation, her enemies falling with each slash.
She was restraining herself, unable to use her sword for fear of exposing her identity, but at least she could use these blades. Yet what use was this? If only she had been earlier… just a bit earlier… He Yan’s heart suddenly filled with anguish.
Nothing was visible on the water’s surface except floating ship debris, with no sign of Xiao Jue. That person… the one who had pulled her from despair, who remembered her birthday, made her longevity noodles, showed her fireflies, who teased yet indulged her in spring – how could he vanish here?
She needed to reach that spot quickly, to find Xiao Jue. Lin Shuanghe was still in Jiyang; if they found him quickly enough, there might still be hope. There weren’t many people in this world who treated her well, and the one who treated her best absolutely couldn’t die.
The Wuto soldiers were too much in the way. He Yan’s expression turned cold and fierce, her sabers dancing in dazzling patterns. Her steps never ceased as she desperately charged toward the explosion site.
Watching the young woman’s figure, Mu Yi felt that nothing in heaven or earth could impede her advance. Her movements were as swift as an eagle, as sharp as a blade – he had never known a woman could fight like this.
Wuto soldiers rushed at her only to be cut down one after another. She pressed forward relentlessly, leaving a trail of Wuto corpses behind until she finally reached the water.
“Xiao Jue!” she called out.
No response.
“Xiao Jue!”
He Yan bent down, trying to find something in the water, but when she lifted her hand, only water slipped through her fingers, leaving nothing behind.
Empty.
She felt lost, too lost to distinguish the overwhelming sorrow in her heart. This feeling was like the day she suddenly went blind, like the day Hè Wanru’s people held her underwater – the feeling of losing something incredibly important.
“Xiao Jue…” she murmured.
Just then, a voice came from behind: “What are you shouting for?”
She whirled around to see a young man in black armor striding toward her, his autumn-water-cool eyes carrying a hint of mockery.
……..
The next instant, she suddenly rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms, tightly wrapping her arms around his waist, and burying her face in his chest.
The Jiyang City soldiers on the shore froze in astonishment.