Lu Xueqi (90)

The group moved at incredible speed, flying with nearly all their strength.

Su Han held Bi Yao tightly in his arms, using his own True Essence to form a stable protective barrier that shielded her from the impact of the rushing air.

He lowered his head, his gaze scarcely leaving Bi Yao's face.

The vitality of the Earth Vein Spiritual Milk flowed through her body, barely sustaining the flame of her life. Yet the Malevolent Qi clung to her like gangrene to the bone, constantly consuming that vitality and spreading from her wound, preventing it from healing.

At times, Bi Yao's brows would draw together faintly in pain, her long lashes trembling slightly, but she never woke.

Lu Xueqi silently followed at Su Han's side, her gaze complicated as she looked at the girl in his arms, then at Su Han's tense profile.

She had cultivated in quiet seclusion for many years, and the surface of her heart had rarely stirred. But Bi Yao's utterly unhesitating charge today, along with that bloodstained face still carrying a smile, had left a deep mark upon her heart.

It was an emotion she had never experienced before—so fervent that one could sacrifice oneself for it.

She could not understand it, yet she was deeply shaken.

"Why... did she save me?" Lu Xueqi's voice was soft, nearly inaudible amid the howling wind.

Su Han's body trembled slightly. He did not turn around, only held Bi Yao a little tighter as he said in a low voice, "She... has always been like this. She may seem mischievous and strange, sometimes even willful and unruly, but her heart... is truer than anyone's, warmer than anyone's."

Lu Xueqi fell silent.

She recalled the way Bi Yao usually looked at Su Han, as well as the complicated, inscrutable