"What, you can't bear to let him go?" A flicker of jealousy flashed through Yang Xuyan's eyes.
Haemish smiled sweetly and did not deny it. "Powerful men naturally attract women. There's nothing wrong with admitting that. Besides, he's so young and handsome. Come to think of it, I'm a little jealous of Princess Shaomin. No wonder she fell for that man."
Yang Xuyan snorted, yet he could not refute her. If it had been anyone else, he might even have threatened to kill him. But Song Qingshu was already a Grandmaster; he was not so arrogant as to go looking for trouble with him.
"Don't be angry. I was only talking. It's not as though I could ever have anything to do with him. Besides, there's no telling whether he'll even survive today." Haemish looked out the window. In the distance, flames soared into the sky. The army was clearly searching for enemies by torchlight, painting half the heavens red. Karakorum City had never been so lively at night.
Meanwhile, Song Qingshu was racing through the city. His direct clash with Temujin had left both of them severely wounded. Then Pang Ban had tried to stop him. In his condition at the time, there was no way he could have withstood Pang Ban's full-force strike.
Even if he had barely managed to block it, he would have been forced back to his original position and surrounded by countless experts and soldiers. In the end, only defeat and death would have awaited him.
In that instant, he weighed his options. At the cost of greatly depleting his vital energy, he unleashed the Blood-Burning Art. Ren Yingying had once used this technique to break free of her restraints and escape in a moment of crisis. He had found it remarkable at the