Gu Wanlan was indeed fast.
Her white robes carried the resolve of someone ready to die, and her sword intent surged forward without hesitation.
But someone was faster.
A slender hand pressed against her shoulder.
The white-clad figure darting forward was halted in an instant.
Gu Wanlan whipped around.
A flicker of bewilderment crossed her bloodshot eyes.
The calm face of a young woman met her gaze.
"Let go!"
Jiang Yuechu didn't release her. She only looked at her calmly.
"If you go, what can you do besides throw away another life?"
"My master... has only one chance left to light his Heart Lamp... Do you expect me to just watch him die?"
Jiang Yuechu fell silent for a moment.
Though she didn't know what the other woman meant by a chance to light the Heart Lamp, the worry on her face... made the meaning clear enough.
The title of Commander-in-Chief of the Demon Suppression Bureau was, to her, little more than a name she'd heard a few times.
By rights,
life and death in this world were fated.
If someone chose to die for the greater good, that was their choice. Others could only watch—admiring them or lamenting their fate. There was no reason to interfere.
But Jiang Yuechu suddenly felt a little irritable.
The feeling came from nowhere.
Perhaps she'd seen too many corpses beneath the crumbling walls along the way.
Too many desperate common folk struggling to survive in the jaws of demons.
And now, at last, she'd found someone capable of holding the line.
Yet he, too, was going to die such a tragic death...
It was enough to sour anyone's mood.
Jiang Yuechu furrowed her brow.
If something wasn't right, then change it.
Besides...
Jiang Yuechu's gaze passed through the blazing sky and settled on