At the last possible moment, Qian Wanyu lunged forward and shielded the person whose face was cold and whose eyes burned with unmistakable anger beneath her.
The entire Deep Pool shattered like a broken mirror, fragments flying everywhere.
"Wan Yu, wake up."
A voice drew nearer, buzzing incessantly beside her ears. Qian Wanyu frowned and struggled to lift her heavy eyelids a little, then a little more. She saw a hazy figure in blue floating before her-
Yes, he really was floating.
Qing Mo was as refined and gentle as ever. His blue robes lent his figure an ethereal air, as though he belonged beyond the mortal world. With his cool, exquisitely sculpted face, any girl who saw him would forget to look away.
Qian Wanyu, however, was an exception. Her expression was somewhat blank as she narrowed her eyes and struggled to recall what had happened.
The world had collapsed, and then she and Ninth Sister seemed to have kept falling.
"Ninth Sister."
Qing Mo looked rather helpless. Everything Qian Wanyu thought about and murmured was her Ninth Sister. He said irritably, "Your Ninth Sister is completely unharmed. You should worry about yourself first."
With that, he floated away.
Qian Wanyu lay half sprawled over a huge rock. Only after Qing Mo floated toward a large tree in the distance did she withdraw her gaze. She tried to stand, but a dull ache throbbed in her ankle. She also spotted Ninth Sister's signature bandaging there: a lovely bow.
She watched Qing Mo float over to Ninth Sister. Whatever they murmured to each other, Ninth Sister kept nodding.
From her angle, Qian Wanyu could not see the thing pinned beneath two enormous boulders. It had been flattened and lay spread out on the ground.
Not far away, Dongfang Minghui