Yu Cheng's eyelids felt heavy as he struggled to pry them open. With immense effort, he managed to murmur, "You arrived just in time, Lord One – not a minute sooner, not a minute later."
His voice was weak, barely above a whisper, as he lay upon Lord One's broad shoulders.
Lord One's movements were swift and fluid, executing a nimble footwork that carried them away from the forest. The wind whistled past them, its exhilarating sound blending with Lord One's amused chuckle.
"Young master, are you implying that I should have arrived earlier to save you?" Lord One said.
Gasping for breath, Yu Cheng managed to form words through his strained voice. "I am just saying that, your timing was impeccable. A mere second later, and I would have met my demise at the hands of the Black Sword Sect's heir."
