Gu Wanlan moved fast indeed.
Her white robes carried the resolve to die, her sword intent pressing forward without retreat.
But someone was faster.
A slender hand pressed down on her shoulder.
The white-robed figure hurtling forward could suddenly advance no farther.
Gu Wanlan whipped her head around.
A flicker of bewilderment crossed her bloodshot eyes.
What met her gaze was the girl's calm face.
"Let go!"
Jiang Yuechu did not release her, merely regarding her coolly.
"If you go, what can you accomplish besides throwing away another life?"
"My master... has only one chance left to light his lamp... am I supposed to watch him die?"
Jiang Yuechu fell silent for a moment.
Though she did not know what the other woman meant by a chance to light his lamp, that look of anguish... gave her a rough idea.
To her, the commander-in-chief of the Demon Suppression Office was merely a title she had heard a few times.
By all rights.
Life and death in this world were governed by fate.
If someone chose to die for a greater cause, that was their choice. Others could only watch, whether in admiration or sorrow; they had no grounds to interfere.
Yet Jiang Yuechu suddenly felt irritated.
That irritation came without any apparent reason.
Perhaps it was because she had seen too many corpses beneath shattered walls along the way.
Too much of the people's despair as they struggled to survive in demons' jaws.
Now, at last, she had found someone tall enough to hold up the falling sky.
Yet he, too, was about to die such a tragic, heroic death...
It truly left a bitter taste.
Jiang Yuechu's brows drew together slightly.
If it was wrong, then she would change it.
Besides...
Jiang Yuechu looked through the flames filling the