The youth was none other than Jiang Yang!
After dispersing the Thunder with a single strike, he stood among them and quietly apologized.
It was not that he had hesitated and deliberately waited until the last moment to save them. Rather, the clouds of execution Thunder had scattered his spirit sense, preventing him from investigating, and from too far away, his eyes alone could not see through them.
Afraid that standing atop his magic wind would draw the Thunder down upon him, he could only descend to the ground and slowly approach to investigate. Only then had he discovered that the others were fellow disciples.
Seeing them repeatedly plunged into danger, Jiang Yang could not stand by and watch them die, so he had acted decisively to save them.
Fortunately, his sword ray had flown with the sound of Thunder accompanying it, allowing him to arrive in time and prevent any casualties.
But Jiang Yang's worries were clearly unnecessary. Having narrowly escaped death, the three were still overwhelmed with relief. How could they harbor even a trace of resentment?
Clutching his chest, Jiang Junrui struggled to his feet. He had not even had time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before exclaiming joyfully:
"Brother Jiang!"
The purple-robed maiden, Zhao Xixun, recovered from the dazzling lightning and stared straight at Jiang Yang, her eyes sparkling.
Qingyan had been beneath the Thunder and felt its power most keenly. Her heart was now a jumble of conflicting emotions, but her nature was cool and reserved. Clutching her talisman, she bowed deeply and said:
"Qingyan thanks you for saving my life, Daoist Brother!"
"It was no more than lifting a hand. There's no need to mention it."
Jiang Yang replied and reached out to stop the three from bowing, then