The bitter cold wind emerged into the void, turning the world icy cold. Miao Keran's body shivered in the chill, soon to be covered by a thick layer of ice, leaving just a peaceful face.
Despite some differences, Yue'er was moved by having helped her master to block Miao Keran's attack. The enemy could not hurt her, and she was reluctant to harm Miao Keran. If her master indeed decided to execute this betrayer of the sect, she would have to rescue him no matter what.
A woman's heart is just so; the moment before, she had wished to kill Miao Keran, but now a single sentence had softened her resolve.
Suddenly and silently, an arm reached out from the void and slammed hard into Yue'er's nape. Pain crossed her face, a look of helplessness, or perhaps sadness from deceit.
"I hate you!" Her voice was weak, but it shocked Miao Keran.
