Qiu Changjian was intimidated by Xia Jingyu's intense look. Slightly startled, he gave an affirmative nod, "Yes, only the ten great Holy Disciples will be brought along."
Only the ten great Holy Disciples would be brought along? Xia Jingyu filled with hope.
"I will participate in the Storm Competition." Xia Jingyu's clear eyes were determined.
Qiu Changjian slightly quivered. He could almost feel Xia Jingyu's hidden strength awaken and fill the room.
Long Xiaoyue could not bear to watch. "Jingyu, you have just recovered from a fatal injury, therefore not advisable for you to participate," she whispered.
Xia Jingyu stepped outside of the house, raising her head as she gazed up at the snow-filled sky.
Under the heavy snow, her pair of beautiful eyes watered, "I have to go... That was Su Yu's last wish. To make the trip to Fenghuang Valley, and on his behalf, and tell Xianer that he fought for her to the very end."
