"Xiangxiang!!"
"Senior Sister Ning!!"
The scene descended into chaos in an instant.
The force of a Core Formation cultivator's self-detonation shook even the restrictions around the arena, leaving cracks in them.
Explosions continued to thunder as scorching masses of air swept through the entire Pagoda Garden.
Fortunately, Su Lang had raised a protective barrier beforehand, keeping Jiang Miaomiao and the others securely shielded.
Someone cried out involuntarily, "Where's Senior Brother Su?"
In her daze, Ning Xiang felt as though she had returned to twenty-one years ago.
In that cold, dark cage, she had curled up in a corner, her stomach gnawing with hunger, trembling in fear for her life.
Hunger woke her, and she woke to hunger. She could not remember how many days she had been locked up. Not a single ray of light ever entered the cage.
Just as her consciousness grew muddled, she heard a voice as gentle and warm as a spring breeze. "Little girl, wake up. Why are you here?"
"Junior Sister, wake up. Don't go to sleep." Her eldest senior brother's voice reached her, stripped of its usual calm, tinged with anxious urgency and a cautious tenderness.
Ning Xiang opened her eyes, only for the bright light to sting them. Unable to bear it, she closed them again.
Su Lang covered her eyes. Beneath his palm, her eyelashes trembled, and her tears burned their way from his palm straight into his heart.
"I've come to take you away," Su Lang said softly, afraid that speaking any louder would startle the girl in his arms.
He gathered Ning Xiang into his arms and stood. Zhu Yu stood nearby as well, but this time Su Lang did not let go, and Zhu Yu did not reach out to take her from him.
"My precious daughter has