Not far away, Princess Zi Yun, who Shi Feng had sent flying with a shove, steadied herself in the Void. Seeing Shi Feng's Bloodthirsty Sword pierce into Lin Yuexin's chest, she widened her eyes in disbelief. Witnessing Lin Yuexin being stabbed sent a surreal feeling through her, as if she were dreaming—all the moments shared with Lin Yuexin flashed rapidly through her mind.
"No! No! Sister Yuexin!" Princess Zi Yun cried out in agony, the heart-wrenching scream tearing through the air, her body shooting towards Shi Feng and Lin Yuexin as fast as lightning.
And Lin Yuexin, with Shi Feng's sword plunged into her chest, her face contorted in pain—her delicate body, seemingly gentle, coveted by countless men to lie with in sleep, now deflated like a punctured ball, rapidly withering away.
