"Young master, behind you, beware!" Her shout carried a sobbing tremor, shrill as a cuckoo weeping blood.
That cry exhausted all her strength, like a sharp sword piercing through the clamor of the Xiuluo Scene. The silver ornaments in her hair clinked as she charged forward recklessly, tracing shards of silver light under the moon, like her heart at this moment—disordered yet blazing hot.
Her skirt flared like a dancing butterfly, the bamboo saber in her hand glinting with a cold, cutting light; her whole person turned into a streak of resolute radiance, lunging straight at the skulking ambusher. The ambusher was forced to abandon his fatal strike and turn in haste. In Guo Xiangyu's eyes burned a fierce flame, a power stronger than any Martial Arts—so long as she could protect Shi Feiyang, she would gladly be shattered to dust!
