Qin Qingluo walked past at that moment, without a hint of pause. To avoid alarming her, Chen Yi did not look too much, but felt a vague unease in his heart, thinking it was the fear of his identity being exposed, leading to trouble.
Suddenly, cries of kill and fight erupted from within the ancestral temple. Chen Yi quickly sensed something was amiss. In a daze, he smelled a faint scent of blood and heard strange, incoherent murmurs.
Without thinking, he rushed in, with Peak Stepping Cloud.
She had Glazed Light on her, so she didn't need rescuing; no matter how many assassins, they couldn't harm her life. Chen Yi didn't have time to think about this further; actions preceded thoughts. Seeing her safe, a sense of "hero saving beauty" bubbled up in his heart.
At that moment, the woman by the Prince's side turned, a fierce wind surged, her golden sleeves stained with blood, billowing wildly.
She gave him a deep look, with a slight hint of disappointment in her gaze.
