Before the command tent, Jian Liuying's arrogant expression had visibly tempered after taking that palm strike. He honestly recounted what had happened earlier.
Fan Lingyue was in an exceptionally foul mood. Among Sword City's three disciples, leaving aside the third, Jian Liuying was the best at concealing himself and had originally been the ideal choice. Unexpectedly, he had become her greatest misstep.
Ning Chen was a clever man. After this failure, trying to rescue Mingyue again next time would likely be harder than ascending to the heavens.
Both of them had been injured, showing just how fierce the earlier battle had been.
"Withdraw. Someone will bring medicine later." Fan Lingyue waved a hand and sighed softly.
Jian Liuying and the Four Noted Swords cupped their fists in salute, then departed.
Fan Lingyue stood before the tent, quietly gazing toward Sword City in the east. Since Jian Liuying had arrived, she should be here soon as well.
The three-day deadline was swiftly approaching. Tomorrow would be the final day. Ning Chen had sent a messenger with a letter, expressing fierce anger over what had happened the night before last. At the end, he made no attempt to hide his distrust of her, stating that he could only accept a meeting before Northfall City.
Fan Lingyue replied with an apology. Her words were sincere, explaining that her discipline over the army had been lax and her subordinates had acted on their own. To show her sincerity, he could choose the meeting place himself.
They both knew what was going on, yet neither tore away the mask. They continued to play along, temporarily preserving the possibility of negotiation.
After reading the letter, Ning Chen gave a cold laugh and crushed it into fragments.
Both he and Fan Lingyue deserved to go to hell.