Shi Feiyang finished his technique and stood, his dark martial attire soaked with blood, yet his majesty remained undiminished: "Miss Lan is both wise and brave. If we encounter strong enemies again someday, I hope we can fight side by side."
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the "Mighty Ying" flag on the walls of Feima Pass into a solid crimson.
Shi Feiyang's dark martial attire was stained with dark red blood, yet he still stood tall like a pine tree. He gazed at the distant, still-burning fire of the Red Robe Sect outpost, ice-blue True Qi flowing in his palm, crystallizing the surrounding air into fine ice crystals, and said again: "Miss Lan, the foundation of the Red Robe Sect has not been eradicated; this battle between righteousness and evil has only just begun."
Lan Xiaodie's light white Miao dress bore hidden patterns in the twilight, and the faded scarlet silk thread at her waist fluttered in the wind.
