"Wh... Who are you?" Long Xiang's voice trembled, his throat dry as sandpaper. He struggled to sit up, his body weak and battered, only managing to lift his upper body. The figure before him grew clearer, yet he couldn't recognize the woman.
She seemed familiar, as if they had crossed paths before, but his memory failed him. All he saw was an ethereal beauty, a woman of elegance and strength, but she was a stranger to him.
Noah stood silently by, observing the exchange with a calm that belied the tension in the air.
Seeing the confusion in Long Xiang's eyes, Xin Yan sneered coldly. Without a word, she made a slashing motion with her bare hand.
A chill swept over Long Xiang, and a moment later, a dull thud echoed in his ears. His gaze dropped to the ground, where his arms, now severed and encased in ice, lay motionless. Realization hit him like a bolt of lightning, and with it came the searing pain.
