Yun Yuan, Yan Hong, and the rest of Cihang Zhai flew at top speed. The invisible powers emanating from these twenty-odd Cihang Zhai disciples merged together in a strange fashion, enveloping the entire group and making them seem as though they were joined into one as they sped forward.
Amid the vast swath of white robes were a patch of vivid crimson and two gray-black figures.
The power emanating from the Cihang Zhai members not only enveloped Xiao Cha and Little Wu Qiu, but even Qu Daozi and the Corpse God.
Luo Bei, cradled in Xiao Cha's arms, was ice-cold, and Xiao Cha's heart was just as cold.
Even Xiao Cha knew what it meant for a person's Natal Sword Essence to be completely destroyed. Luo Bei lay unconscious in her arms, his breathing and heartbeat seeming to have stopped. To others, Luo Bei was already dead. Only a flower spirit like Xiao Cha, especially sensitive to Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and a person's aura, could sense the faint trace of life within him, seemingly liable to dissipate at any moment.
Xiao Cha's heart was cold, yet her eyes were as lost and bewildered as they had been when she escaped Shushan that day.
Though the world was vast, where could she go?
Or rather, what left Xiao Cha cold and lost at this moment was why she was alive at all. Up to now, Luo Bei had been her only friend. The world she had seen was one where nearly everyone wanted to kill her or sought something from her—everyone except Luo Bei. If Luo Bei died... then what meaning would this cold, cruel world hold for her?
"Careful!"
Yun Yuan, at the forefront with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, suddenly paused.