"Stay away from her!!!"
When Xiao Yan rushed over and saw Yao Wan in danger, with a Tunling Clan Saint who should have died by his hand about to strike, he could no longer care about anything else.
A Flame Lotus suddenly surged into his hand, and he hurled it fiercely. The dazzling lotus, as though sculpted from colored glass, blocked Saint Li's path.
Even Saint Li, who had one foot in the Nine Star Dou Sheng realm, saw his pupils contract at the sight of the Nine-Colored Heavenly Flame. He decisively abandoned his pursuit and retreated at once.
Yet the Flame Lotus bloomed even faster than Saint Li could withdraw. Just as that thought surfaced in his mind, the magnificent glass-like lotus slowly revolved, and its closed petals opened.
A pair of all-too-familiar arms wrapped around her. The crimson-gold wings once prepared for him now enclosed her completely, becoming her safe haven from the storm.
The scorching blast winds roared past, yet she felt exceptionally safe.
She could not help letting out a sigh of relief. Then, she subconsciously raised her eyes and met the dark-red gaze of the man she loved.
Threads of silver-gray soul power returned to her body, making her feel as though a tremendous burden had finally been lifted.
"...Did you have to arrive at exactly this moment?"
Yao Wan asked instinctively, though an unconscious smile had already appeared on her lips. She had no intention of blaming Xiao Yan; she merely relaxed against his chest.
Naturally, she knew Xiao Yan would not deliberately time his arrival so closely. He had probably barely rested on the way here, and her teasing voice grew softer and softer.
"Sorry, I came too late."
Unlike Yao Wan's relief, Xiao Yan's eyes were full of heartache as he looked