It was as though time had gone back nine years. Nine years ago, on the vast snow plains outside Zhen Huang City, she had chosen to stand beside Yan Xun without hesitation. And with eyes of hatred, she looked at that arrogant child. On this day, nine years later, fate had again presented them with the same situation, and she chose the same choice again. People changed, and the only thing that remained the same was the frigid weather that covered this entire country. All noise ceased as snow fell on the face that she was all too familiar with.
Chu Qiao's fingers dug into her skin as she clenched her fist. Despite the fact that her nails were already buried in her skin, Chu Qiao did not feel any pain.
Yue Jiu recognized her, and with bloodshot eyes, he scolded, "You ungrateful woman! Our master came here for you, yet you ambushed him! After today, as long as the Guards of Yue still exist, we swear to make you pay for what you have done today!"
