After a brief but fierce battle, the three Chu disciples quickly overwhelmed their enemies. The stronger opponents were slain where they stood, while the rest fled in panic, unwilling to remain even a moment longer. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield fell silent, leaving only the corpses and the faint smell of blood in the air.
"Brother Yang!"
The moment the danger had passed, Chu Yin rushed forward and threw herself into Chu Yang's arms. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to him as though she had nearly lost him.
"Sorry, Sister Yin. I was late."
Chu Yang gently hugged her back, his expression filled with guilt.
"Cough... I am also here."
Chu Kang's voice came from the side.
Chu Yang turned and laughed before pulling him into the hug as well. Chu Yin immediately shot her brother a sharp glare. Chu Kang wisely pretended not to notice and looked toward the sky with an innocent expression.
