Some muttered that they had ducked out of the way in time and avoided the rain. Others laughed and said it was divine rain, so getting drenched was hardly a bad thing-it might even make them stronger and healthier.
Everyone who heard this looked envious. Their first reaction upon seeing the rain had been to take shelter. Who could have guessed it was "divine rain"?
But the rain had stopped. Even if they wanted to get drenched now, they could not, and many silently regretted it.
Shen Yangge's sword arm was growing sore.
The man in Daoist robes flicked the banner staff in his hand, its white tassels seeming to brush across his face. A hushed voice sounded beside his ear. "Now! Do it!"
Then the hand holding his sword slipped out of his control.
Shock spread across Shen Yangge's face. Before he could react, he turned with the sword in his hand and thrust it toward Chu Xuanzhen's heart.
In that instant, Shen Yangge felt as though his heart had missed a beat. His brows knitted tightly as he tried everything he could to regain control of his hands, but the sword had already struck.
"Chu Xuanzhen!"
Shen Yangge could only cry out, but his warning came too late. The sword had already sunk into Chu Xuanzhen's chest. Darkness swam before Shen Yangge's eyes, and his body swayed.
The longsword pierced Chu Xuanzhen's chest. Blood welled from the wound and ran along the blade, dripping faster and faster.
"Protect the Crown Prince!"
"Seize the demon!"
The two cries rang out, throwing everyone into a panic. They had yet to understand what had happened and stared up at the platform in shock and confusion.
The Child of Destiny had been stabbed?
And the one who had stabbed him was the