"Are you going to hand it over or not?" Qu Shanhai was losing his patience, a malicious glint flashing in his eyes.
Silence was the only response.
"Fine, fine, fine! Then go to die!" Qu Shanhai was unwilling to delay any longer, thrusting his sword.
Mu Hanyan’s longsword was struck away, and Qu Shanhai’s gleaming sword blade rcilessly stabbed towards her Heart ridian.
Mu Hanyan’s gaze darkened—now was the mont!
To live or to die would be decided in this instant.
However, just at this mont, the sound of the wind changed suddenly! A daunting pressure unexpectedly arrived.
Soone was coming!
"Court death!" A roar of fury erupted right above Qu Shanhai’s head.
That voice!
Mu Hanyan’s pupils sharply constricted.
The voice was so familiar, so profound.
Ye Lanfeng...
It was him.
His sword light pierced the sky, his aura shook the Eight Desolates.
"Ah..." Qu Shanhai scread miserably; he seed petrified, standing still. His longsword also remained suspended, just half an inch from Mu Hanyan’s Heart ridian.
His gaze was filled with terror and regret.
How could he appear here? He rembered that last ti, it was rely a chance encounter. What about this ti? Surely this wasn’t another fluke—bullshit, chance encounter my ass! Regret! At this mont, he regretted it so much, his guts were likely green. Had he known this would happen, he wouldn’t have co seeking trouble with Mu Hanyan even if he were damned. But now, not even a chance to be damned was left.
Thinking like this, the divine light in Qu Shanhai’s eyes gradually dispersed, finally turning a dull gray. A point of dazzling silver light flashed from his chest and then violently erupted. Qu Shanhai didn’t even have ti to utter a second scream before he turned into dust under that overwhelming force.
Dust danced in the air, gradually vanishing.
Mu Hanyan stared blankly at the person before her.
His black hair danced in the wind, his garnts billowing, carrying an indescribable allure. His handso eyebrows furrowed slightly, and in those deep, night sky-like eyes, Mu Hanyan thought she saw a trace of distress.
Ye Lanfeng also stared blankly at the blood-covered figure before him, unsure of his emotions at this mont. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. Having endured arduous cultivation since childhood, his growth environnt, and his identity had made his heart as steady as a rock, never affected by any external matters or people. Yet, at the sight of Mu Hanyan covered in blood, his heart grew chaotic.
The two of them gazed quietly at each other; in this mont, it seed as if they were the only two people in the world.
Suddenly, Mu Hanyan’s heart clenched.
It seed... she had seen him sowhere before.
But where? When?
Mu Hanyan searched her mind once again for mories of Ye Lanfeng, confirming once more that in her past life, she had never seen Ye Lanfeng. In her previous life, this man had never appeared in her life.
Feeling of déjà vu, perhaps it was just her imagination.
"Are you alright?" Ye Lanfeng reached out to support Mu Hanyan, then, as if rembering sothing, he twisted his palm, and a small porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. He poured out two elixirs and without delay, he stuffed them directly into Mu Hanyan’s mouth.
Mu Hanyan felt warmth on her lips, and then the fragrant elixirs lted upon entering her mouth. A warm current flowed from her throat, spreading to her limbs and bones, bringing an indescribable comfort. Her injuries started miraculously healing at a visible rate. But this was not the point! The point was, Mu Hanyan’s heart trembled, and the touch from Ye Lanfeng’s palm seed to linger on her lips, her emotions, in this mont, sowhat disturbed.
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