She took a deep breath, gripped the bamboo sword's hilt tightly with both hands, then thrust fiercely at the air with all her strength!
The movement was clumsy, even somewhat crooked, but her little face was taut, and her eyes were as sharp as those of a newborn leopard, carrying a ferocity and focus beyond her years!
Whoosh!
The bamboo sword sliced through the air with a faint yet distinct whistle.
This was not the posture of a child at play.
It was the most primal and purest driving force born from ingrained hatred and the desire to grow stronger in the depths of despair.
Three years had passed. Gu Hui had traveled the realm for three years and was also preparing to return to the prince's residence.
Over those three years, he had learned that Ye Dingzhi had taken Yi Wenjun into seclusion outside Gusu City. He also knew that Beyond Heaven had set its sights on Ye Dingzhi, so he had sent someone to warn Ye Dingzhi and explain the reason.
A week later, dawn broke, while the morning dew had yet to fade.
The ancient, imposing gates of Apocalypse City, etched with the marks of time, slowly opened beneath the faint morning light.
Gu Hui still wore spotless white robes, his steps calm and unhurried, as though he were walking upon clouds.
At his side, tightly holding one of his fingers, was a tiny figure—Yue Ji.
Yue Ji had changed into a clean, well-fitted goose-yellow padded dress. Her jet-black hair had been combed into two neat little buns tied with plain silk ribbons.
Her little face was washed clean, fair and luminous, but her clear, large eyes still held the tension and unease of arriving in an unfamiliar place.
The reason for returning to Tianqi was