Rumble, rumble...
After a string of dull thuds as flesh slammed into mud, Yi Yi clutched Wu Ming tightly as they rolled for what felt like forever, finally coming to a stop in the marshes of Moli Immortal Mansion.
Behind them stretched a long trail of blood-stained skid marks; before them lay boundless dense fog... Yi Yi gritted his teeth and tried to rise, only for his strength to suddenly give out completely, leaving him unable to move.
And in that instant of helpless weakness, the youth in his arms found his chance. With a light push, he shoved Yi Yi aside, then nimbly rose to his feet. Golden radiance billowed from behind him, as though the sentient sword had flown into a rage of its own accord.
Yet the expected sword-light never truly came down... After getting up, Wu Ming merely surveyed the surroundings in silence, then calmed the dharma sword with a change of thought. Lowering his head, he extended a hand to Yi Yi on the ground.
Yi Yi stared at him in stunned incomprehension. "...?"
Wu Ming frowned, gave his hand another shake, and signaled for the other man to take it.
Looking into the youth's clear eyes, Yi Yi finally understood. Turmoil surged through his heart.
"You... don't suspect me?"
Just now, the conversation between Yi Yi and the Law-Wielding Envoy outside the Immortal Mansion had practically outlined the contours of a heaven-shaking conspiracy: Yi Yi and the others intended to exploit the supernatural forces within Moli Immortal Mansion to seize the bodies of Wu Ming's group and brainwash them. Their scheme had reached its final step, and the situation hung by a thread...
The witnesses and evidence were all but complete. All that remained was for someone to pierce the paper window with a