Something's Off! This Is a Proper No-Heroine Story! For a moment, both sides stood with swords drawn and bows bent.
Mo Tianxing's gaze narrowed slightly, and the longsword in his hand slid from its sheath...
Then... then he watched as Li Yao, who had been furious just moments ago, abruptly changed expression, turned, and ran off in another direction.
He ran?
What was going on?
Mo Tianxing, who had expected a fierce battle, stood rooted to the spot as he watched Li Yao bolt away.
Where was the mighty expert they had been promised?
Where was the great battle?
What the hell was this?
Even Gu Yuan, watching from afar, had a trace of confusion flash through his eyes.
Under these circumstances, Li Yao should have made a move.
But why hadn't he?
Luring the enemy deeper in?
That did not seem likely.
Then perhaps he was weaker than Mo Tianxing and had run for his life.
Something had to be wrong somewhere.
Gu Yuan lay back in his chair, thinking slightly.
It seemed he had forgotten something—a crucial point.
He closed his eyes, and everything in this world seemed to appear before him, scene after scene surfacing.
At last, they settled on Li Yao and Wang Ling.
Wang Ling!
As one of the parties involved, how had he forgotten Wang Ling?
"Someone."
With that thought, Gu Yuan smiled and called out toward the outside.
At once, several lackeys—no, several servants—walked in.
"Young Master."
A middle-aged servant, presumably the leader of the group, spoke respectfully to Gu Yuan.
"Come on. Let's go meet my fiancée."
With an amused smile, Gu Yuan glanced at him and spoke.
The servant was visibly taken aback upon hearing this.
"Young Master, according to custom, you mustn't..."
"To hell with custom. Let's go."
Gu Yuan