The Cult Master blocked the legend, black light shackled the Dao Body, and specks of radiance drifted away from Wang You, swallowed by the great formation in the sky.
Wang You staggered more and more. At last, she could no longer withstand the evil formation's pull and rose uncontrollably toward the heavens.
Was it despair, or regret? She could no longer tell, could no longer put it into words. Perhaps she would never again have the chance to sort it out clearly.
Black light swallowed the graceful figure soaring into the sky. With her final reluctance, the scenery before her blurred from sight—the last thing she would ever see in this life.
Why was she so reluctant to leave? Wang You did not know, did not understand, could not make sense of it. Perhaps the life of a Dao Body was meant to be this fleeting.
"Wang You, where are you going?"
At that moment, the most familiar voice rang out. White robes snapped in the wind as a hand seized Wang You and immediately pulled her beyond the black light.
The Azure Sparrow Sword let out a long cry and flew from the marquis's manor into the plain-clothed figure's hand. In an instant, the sparrow's cry shook the heavens, and brilliant light illuminated the world.
"Ning Xi, take care of Miss Wang You."
Ning Chen waved Wang You away. His figure flashed, and he appeared in the sky in an instant. With one sword stroke, dazzling sword light carved a hundred-zhang ravine across the ninth heaven. The great battle shrouding the imperial city shattered at once and vanished without a trace.
"Zong Qianqiu, while I lay unconscious, you dared harm the people of my marquis's manor. Are you prepared to pay the price?" Ning Chen looked at the man