The disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect all assumed a defensive stance, holding their swords across their chests.
They looked in shock at the unassuming woman atop the city wall, whose aura was as dazzling as a millennium's splendor.
Secretly pondering who she was, they marveled at her ability to suppress and defeat their Sect Master with a single strike.
Baili Yu stood up from the pit, his gaze trembling as he looked at the Spirit Swords with blue Netherworld Flowers held by Yun Rong and Ling Zhaoxue.
His mind roared, his senses suddenly clouded, and his heart beat uncontrollably.
He stood stiffly in the midst of swirling dust, feeling a sharp and burning astringency in his throat, unsure how to respond.
Ying Ji clearly didn't want to waste another glance at him. When she descended to the ruins of the capital and looked at Baili An, that strong and overwhelming aura dissipated completely.
She nodded slightly, her smoky voice carrying a hint of subtle, indulgent tenderness.
