Ning He did not respond. Once they had crossed the bridge, she could no longer suppress her completely disordered Qi-Blood. Her breathing became rapid, and she released Ning Yu, staggering for a moment but still managing to stand firm.
"Go, don't look back."
She whispered to Ning Yu and then continued forward, quickly crossing the bridge.
She hadn't seen clearly who had saved her just now.
But in that moment, the effortless display of skill was something she could still recognize—it was the power of Artistic Conception.
This was someone who had mastered Artistic Conception, perhaps a member of the Yu Family, or maybe...
Ning He glanced back. Under the pitch-black night sky, she could no longer see any figures, but she still felt a vague sense of familiarity.
Could it really be him?
Had he mastered Artistic Conception too?
But Ning He knew that now was not the time to delve into such matters.
