"Xiao Gang, was it you who came to save me?"
Liu Erlong murmured softly, her voice weak and faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet filled with longing and delight.
At the final moment before her consciousness sank into darkness, her hazy, half-open eyes reflected a blurry figure.
Judging by his build, the blurry figure was a handsome man. Instinctively, Liu Erlong mistook the handsome man who had suddenly appeared before her for the man she had always held deep in her heart.
As soon as she finished speaking, the world before her eyes plunged completely into darkness. Liu Erlong lost consciousness, and at the same time, her body, which had been swaying stiffly for quite a while, suddenly went limp and toppled to the side.
At the critical moment, Ye Qifeng arrived and caught her boneless body in his arms, preventing her from crashing into the muddy ground mixed with blood and charred earth.
Having just used his First Spirit Skill to command Dark Moon of the Black Blade through Psychic Object Manipulation, Ye Qifeng had simultaneously leaped down from the trunk of a giant tree and followed close behind using the Meteor Phantom footwork.
He arrived at Liu Erlong's side in an instant.
"Poor woman. Even at death's door, you were still thinking about that cowardly and useless Trash Grandmaster... Unfortunately, I'm not the Trash Grandmaster you've been yearning for."
Hearing Liu Erlong's soft murmur before she fell unconscious, Ye Qifeng shook his head speechlessly, then could not help mocking her a few times.
"If the one who had come were Trash Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, he'd probably have run faster than anyone else."
"After all, Trash Grandmaster was the sort who preached, 'More rings, more bones, unleash a wave of skills; fewer rings, fewer bones, turn around and run.'"