Waves of scorching heat bore down, burning everything in the surroundings to ashes in mere moments.
Xue Fuyao looked up at the sight, a flicker of shock flashing through her eyes before they quickly returned to normal.
Meanwhile, high in the crimson sky, a tall, slender figure stood in midair, his red robes stirring without wind.
The man's face was as flawless as polished jade. He gazed down at Xue Fuyao and Jiang Zuo as though looking upon ants, his eyes deep, as if they could see through everything.
"Your little Highness, I'm afraid we'll be saying goodbye to this world today." Jiang Zuo's voice was calm, but a careful listener would have caught the faint tremor in it.
He did not lay all the blame on Xue Fuyao, nor did he complain. After all, these people had set their sights on them long ago, and they had merely turned their own methods against them. Yet for all their calculations, they had never expected someone so powerful to be among those involved this time.
Neither of them could see through his cultivation, and his oppressive aura weighed down on them like a mountain, leaving them unable to move.
Meanwhile, the corners of Zhang Hui's mouth lifted slightly as he looked down at the two of them.
He looked like a hunter who had finally found the prey he desired, his face filled with the certainty of claiming it.
"At last, I've found you... little princess."
Hearing that form of address, Xue Fuyao showed no trace of shock, as though she had expected it all along.
"You knew my identity all along?" she asked.
Seemingly certain that Xue Fuyao could not escape his grasp, Zhang Hui said, "You were indeed very cautious. If you hadn't taken Venerable Spiritwood as your master