Jimò Qiu was under enormous pressure too.
So many pairs of eyes were fixed on him.
Qi Shan was slower than the others to process the news, but quick to react. He darted forward, wanting to get a clear answer, but Jimò Qiu took a step back to avoid the sharp edge in his hand. Qi Shan froze for a moment, then decisively dropped his sword. "You just said the lord?"
He stared fixedly at Jimò Qiu's mouth.
He was afraid the other man would give him some perfunctory, evasive answer. Fortunately, Jimò Qiu wasn't like them; he didn't have a penchant for keeping people in suspense. The High Priest nodded honestly. "Yes. I truly did sense Her Highness's presence just now. She really did come."
"Where is she now? Where is she?"
Qi Shan rushed to ask the question everyone most wanted answered.
"Her Highness is everywhere now."
Though it had only lasted an instant, he was certain Her Highness had returned to her place.
Jimò Qiu had told the truth, but everyone in the tent looked as if the sky had fallen. Qi Shan stared in disbelief and staggered backward, his steps unsteady. He regretted throwing away his sword. He lowered his head to look for it, but his vision was filled with overlapping blurs, and he couldn't focus. He even accidentally stepped on the sword, yet his eyes still couldn't find it. The others looked just as if they had lost all hope.
The sudden news struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving them grief-stricken.
Their faces drained of color, turning ashen; their throats tightened until no sound came out.
On this day, Luan Xin saw the most despairing color in the world.
Waaah—
Someone finally broke through their restraint, and sobs began to rise throughout