The soft words reached Yu Linfeng's ears, and his body immediately melted a little.
He looked up to see the Profound Ice Sect Master gazing at him expectantly, her lovely eyes shimmering like water. Not a trace of her frost-cold manner remained, only boundless tenderness and vulnerability.
Yu Linfeng seemed to see again the girl in white who had smiled so gently fifteen or twenty years ago. Warmth surged through his heart. Taking one of the Profound Ice Sect Master's hands, he blurted, "Of course! Little White, all you have to do is ask. Never mind such a trifling matter-even if you wanted the stars in the sky, I would pluck them down for you."
The Profound Ice Sect Master let Yu Linfeng hold her delicate hand and smiled sweetly. "With your promise, Brother Yu, I can rest easy. This man stole our sect's sacred relic. Please help me-"
Before she could finish, an admiring voice rang out. "You two stand on opposite sides, righteous and evil, and haven't seen each other for years, yet not a shred of resentment mars your reunion. Like dry tinder meeting a raging flame, you ignite at a touch. Such burning affection truly moves me."
Hong Yuan sighed softly, a smile still on his face, as though he greatly admired their deep affection. His body, however, had already begun to move.
Facing the many martial artists charging at him with furious roars, every part of his body seemed to become the sharpest of weapons.
With a flick of his finger, swords and sabers shattered, their fragments shooting outward and raising strings of bloody blossoms.
With a lift of his hand, force filled the air, his surging aura boiling outward. Figure after figure charged in, only to fly back even faster, coughing blood.
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