Death, a word once so distant, now seemed so close. Lan Xi's mind went blank, her heart filled with despair. She lost all sensation, feeling like a fish suffocating out of water.
But in the next moment, a figure appeared before her, blocking the fatal sword strike. Everything seemed to return to normal as Lan Xi stared dumbfounded at the back of the figure before her, unsure of what to say.
Who is this? Why save me?
Question marks bloomed over her head, but for the moment, no answers were forthcoming.
"Xiaowan, tend to her wounds!"
Just then, the figure spoke. His voice was magnetic, like the cooling babble of a mountain stream, pleasant to the ear.
But who is he talking to? My name isn't Xiaowan!
The next moment, Lan Xi saw a familiar face and realized 'Xiaowan' referred to Zhang Xiaowan.
