My Story

"Fang Yuan," Qian Duoduo's voice drifted through the fog, "what's going on now?"

Fang Yuan did not answer.

He stood where he was, his long saber hanging at his side. The gray-white fragments on its blade had already scattered away.

He glanced back at the two of them, his tone level.

"It's simple. Because they're afraid."

Qian Duoduo had just opened his mouth when Fang Yuan said coldly, "They're afraid of me!"

Li Suxin raised a brow, looking partly surprised and partly dismissive.

She had not noticed this man had such an arrogant side before.

But when she thought of those few slashes just now, the steps Steward Fu had staggered back after losing an arm—

And the way those gray-white fragments had peeled away beneath the blade, well—

She had to admit that Fang Yuan had every right to be arrogant.

Qian Duoduo stood beside him without saying anything.

He studied Fang Yuan, vaguely feeling that something about him had changed.

That young man had not said much before, but his saber had been swift.

He had known his limits when doing things, and rarely said anything so wildly arrogant.

Though what he said might actually be true.

The fog in the distance began gathering again, slowly pressing in from both sides of the Covered Corridor.

It was thicker than before, carrying a damp chill, like cold seeping up from beneath the earth.

Fang Yuan looked at the two of them, his voice growing heavier.

"I know it's hard for you to understand when I put it this way. But if you want to survive, you have to believe me."

Li Suxin fell silent for a moment, folding her arms over her chest. "Go on, then."

Fang Yuan gave her an extra look.

This woman said, "Go on, then,"