Xia Wei studied the young man before him, observing his piercing glare, the unsettling aura he exuded, and the malicious intent evident in his gestures. His ill intentions were unmistakable.
"Foolish and naive," Xia Wei thought, his gaze shifting to a figure in the distance, running with desperate determination.
As she caught her breath, Xia Wei's eyes fell upon the young man, known as Senior Brother Song, who stood before her.
"Greetings, Senior Sister Dai!" Song Lu smiled at Dai Qing, who met his gaze with a scowl.
"Such audacity! How dare you—" Dai Qing's words were cut short as she abruptly noticed the shadow of swords looming over her. The blades emanated a palpable air of menace, materializing seemingly out of thin air.
Dai Qing's complexion turned ashen, and her gaze fixed upon the sword hurtling towards her. The light in her aqua eyes dimmed, clouded by confusion.
