Lu Qingxue blinked calmly. Her gaze rested on him for less than half a second before she withdrew it and continued forward.
She did not know him.
Nor did she need to.
Sword in hand, Lu Qingxue looked at the canyon stretching straight ahead like a blade and quietly stepped inside.
The canyon was astonishingly silent.
After she had walked ten meters in, Miller's shout from behind abruptly vanished.
It was as though they had been cut off into two separate worlds.
Lu Qingxue's slender, jade-like fingers rested on her sword hilt. Her long lashes flickered, and a trace of wariness surfaced in her eyes.
Unknown places often came with unknown dangers.
After Lu Qingxue had walked a hundred meters, a heavy landing sound rang out behind her in the canyon.
Miller braced his hands on his knees and looked ahead with a smile.
When he had just seen Lu Qingxue disappear, his anxiety had somehow increased his speed by half.
Fortunately, he had not lost her.
Casually glancing at both sides, Miller found the canyon walls unusually flat and smooth. The view was empty at a glance, with only himself and the beautiful woman's back ahead of him, so he did not think much of it.
Nor did he have time to.
"Beautiful Miss, wait for me."
Yet the figure ahead acted as though she had heard nothing.
Miller did not mind at all. This was the kind of woman he admired.
The pride emanating from her very bones showed that she was descended from true nobility. He would ask about her family, then return home and ask his father, Grand Duke Alfred, to formally pay them a visit.
Miller rushed forward at high speed. In less than ten seconds, he discovered that the beautiful figure was already within