Ever since Ji Lanxin had grown sick of the title "Mother Miao" after forming her own opinions at the age of eight, Miao Ying had never dared call herself that again.
Yet now, at the brink of life and death, scenes of caring for Ji Lanxin in her childhood surged uncontrollably through her mind.
How she wished that, before she died, she could hear Ji Lanxin call her "Mother Miao" one more time.
But the wish ultimately came to nothing. Even now, Ji Lanxin still felt a measure of estrangement toward that form of address. Though she saw the plea in Miao Ying's eyes beneath everyone's gaze, she pretended not to understand at all.
As character-shaped Sword Light rained down from the sky, Miao Ying finally breathed her last with regret.
Meanwhile, Lu Feng had already dragged Chu Youwei into the air. Since he had signaled her beforehand, Xue Zier hugged him the instant he leaped up, pressing herself against his back.
When ninety-nine percent of the array's force had been drawn toward Ji Lanxin's side, Lu Feng smashed open a gap in the Kan and Li Positions with one palm. He had originally only intended to escape the array's covered area first, but to his surprise, a hole opened in the rock wall overhead along with that strike.
This was beyond Lu Feng's expectations.
Though the Kan Li Position was where the array was at its most "full and solid," the more thoroughly a place was protected by an array, the weaker its own defenses often became.
Once the array was drawn elsewhere, this area became a flaw.
Lu Feng ran up the rock wall in quick steps, intending to pass through that opening into the space of the Sword Hilt Area above.
But unexpectedly, a terrifying pull suddenly