Dong E'qing

693 Dong E'qing

Qingshi Fulin stood at the center of the battlefield. The sword light gradually faded, but his aura remained overwhelmingly powerful.

He looked around, his gaze as sharp as a torch, trying to find the person whose heart resonated with his among the disheveled crowd.

A strange intuition stirred in his heart, as though that person were somewhere nearby, yet he could not determine her exact location.

After landing, he slowly walked toward the crowd, every step unusually cautious.

His gaze swept slowly across the crowd, trying to catch even the faintest trace of a familiar aura.

However, everyone in the crowd looked utterly ordinary. Their faces were marked by exhaustion and terror; they had just endured a battle between life and death and were still shaken to the core.

Qingshi Fulin's gaze finally came to rest on a young girl.

She stood at the edge of the crowd. Her clothes were somewhat torn, but her bearing was utterly different from the others.

There was a trace of resolve and clarity in her eyes. Although she had just endured the chaos of battle, she had not panicked like everyone else.

The instant her eyes met Qingshi Fulin's, a powerful tremor suddenly surged through his heart.

"Is it you?" There was a hint of uncertainty in Qingshi Fulin's voice, but his gaze remained fixed on the young woman. His voice instantly grew gentle and familiar.

The young woman was slightly taken aback. Then a trace of surprise appeared on her face, as though she, too, were searching for something. She seemed to feel something different toward the person before her as well.

"Who are you?" Her voice was soft, yet it carried a reassuring strength.

That suddenly filled Qingshi Fulin's heart with warmth. He knew he had not found