As the dust cleared, several figures in splendid robes stood in the crater, their auras unleashed.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei stood back to back like twin stars, their eyes full of mockery.
Ling Yuan folded her arms, her expression cold and proud.
She Long and Ci Xue stood on either side, both itching to make a move.
And Qian Renxue...
"Are you all right?"
The young woman stood surrounded by the others, as though she were the only person who mattered.
For a moment, the air fell still. Even the sunlight seemed to lose its warmth.
Tang Xiao, who had borne the brunt of it, looked livid. His earlier arrogance had given way to deep wariness.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong looked equally grim. They had been one step away, yet Lin Yan had been rescued again.
But Ning Fengzhi's face was the darkest of all.
"Impossible!"
"Lin Yan is an orphan. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence can't be wrong. He can't be one of Spirit Hall's people."
"Why are Yue Guan and the others here? And who is that woman in the middle? Why are they all rallying around her?"
Amid the ruins of the battlefield, the tide turned once more.
Qian Renxue draped Lin Yan's arm over her shoulders. Blood stained her lavish golden dress, and beneath her breathtaking face, her golden eyes trembled uncontrollably.
She had never expected the person charging toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to really be Lin Yan!
"You're finally here!"
A tired smile touched Lin Yan's lips. Though this was his first time meeting them, he showed no surprise, as if he had expected their arrival all along.
Instead, he pulled away from Qian Renxue's support and staggered toward Ning Rongrong.
"Where are you going?"
"Hold them off