Lu Ya sat kneeling inside the carriage, and due to the height, she could not see at all just what position the surging demon tide had reached. There was only that stern, ferocious demonic intent, growing ever more distant, gradually leaving her range of sensing until it finally vanished.
She finally heaved a sigh of relief, and it was only at this moment that she discovered, unawares, that she had actually wrapped one arm around Jiu Yan's leg, to the extent that half her body was pressed right against him. Her undergarment was slightly damp, caused by being soaked through with sweat.
Lu Ya stole a glance at Jiu Yan. He was unfolding another newly acquired scroll in his hands and examining it closely, seemingly paying no mind to her actions. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, cautiously shifting her body away to press her back against the side wall of the chariot, yet she still could not muster up her strength, trembling slightly all over in a lingering tremor that was hard to stop.
She was truly frightened. Although she was also a Void Stepping cultivator, the stern demonic intent pressing down from the gathering of tens of thousands of heavenly demons was simply beyond her capacity to bear, almost shattering her mental defenses. If not for the man beside her being calm and collected from start to finish, providing her with a pillar of support, she might have suffered severe soul trauma or even generated inner demons from which she could never recover, even if those fiends had not actually pounced upon them.
Such a state of affairs was not strange to her; what was truly strange was Jiu Yan's side.
Over these past days, Lu Ya had gained a certain understanding of Jiu Yan's strength, knowing