Fish Market Pier, feeling the increasingly heavy breathing on her back, Qing was anxious yet helpless.
The surrounding darkness thickened, turning into a ghostly illusion. Just moments ago, distant thunder had roared; now, only silence remained, with neither birdsong nor insect chatter to be heard—only the waves slapping against the hulls of the dark awnings boats, their shapes flickering unsteadily.
At this moment, the soldier, faceless amidst the chilling Yin Qi beside her, paradoxically offered a sense of safety.
Suddenly...
Out of the darkness, a flash of lightning sped forth, plunging into the midst in an instant.
Startled, Qing hadn't even had time to react before the tempest scattered, revealing a Light Wind boat.
The boat radiated light, hovering in the air, with a figure standing on it. Who else could it be but Xu Yang?
Xu Yang looked at her without speaking, simply waving his sleeve.
Then, there was blinding Spirit Light, and the world seemed to spin around her.
