She raised a hand to wipe her red lips, her eyes shimmering like rippling waves—more intoxicating than the fiery liquor itself.
"Exhilarating!"
The two stood facing each other, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood between them, and fleeing enemy troops all around.
Yet at that moment, they saw no one but each other.
Only those who stood at the pinnacle could understand the utterly unrestrained delight of that moment.
"This time, I'll count it as your win."
Dongfang Bubai tossed aside the wine flask and looked at Lin Xuan. Though her tone was proud, she was forthright. "A wager is a wager. Tell me, what do you want me to promise you?"
She crossed her arms and assumed an air of being at his mercy. Her phoenix eyes even held a trace of provocation, as if saying: Go on, just try making an excessive request.
Lin Xuan's heart stirred as he looked at her beautiful yet dashing appearance.
But he did not hurry to collect on the wager.
"As for that..."
Lin Xuan stroked his chin, his gaze deep. "I haven't thought of anything for now. Wouldn't it be a waste to use such a precious opportunity at a time like this? Let me owe it for now. When I think of something later, I'll ask the Cult Leader for it."
Dongfang Bubai paused, then gave him a long, deep look.
"You're quite greedy. Fine, have it your way. But don't make me wait too long. My patience is limited."
Atop the walls of Xiangyang City.
The soldiers defending the city saw the Mongol Army fleeing in the distance. They also saw those two figures, like gods or demons, charging freely through the enemy ranks.
When Lin Xuan and the unfamiliar young man beside him returned safely, deafening