"Hua Jing, stop!" Zhao Yan's voice was sharp as he reached out and grabbed her arm.
Hua Jing whirled around, her face pale but determined.
"Let go of me!" she shouted, her voice cracking.
"It's dangerous!" Zhao Yan snapped, his grip firm.
"You'll get yourself killed!"
Hua Jing glared at him, swatting his hand away with a strength that surprised him.
"I don't care!" she retorted.
"I have to save Xia Lin, no matter what!"
Before Zhao Yan could respond, Hua Jing had already slipped past him, her movements swift and resolute.
"Hua Jing!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the chaos.
But she didn't stop.
She darted back toward the blazing inferno, the flames casting a fierce glow against her retreating figure.
The servants who had gathered outside stood frozen, their faces a mix of shock and awe.
"She's going back for a servant?" one of them murmured, disbelief coloring their tone.
