In the blood-red eyes, everything around became chaotic, whether it was the blazing inferno, the billowing black smoke, or the terrified faces and rushing figures nearby, Yu Wenye could hardly see any of them. At this moment, only one place was clear, that was outside the courtyard, over ten zhang away, the Scripture Pavilion.
At this instant, the once tightly closed door of the building unexpectedly opened from the inside. A familiar figure stood at the entrance with those familiar, clear eyes, now red, looking at him.
That was...
"Ru—"
A dry throat managed to squeeze out a bit of sound, but in the next moment, all words were carried away by a sudden gust of wind. Yu Wenye dashed to the front of the Scripture Pavilion, standing in front of Shang Ruyi before anyone could react, reaching out to grab her, yet stopped just before touching her.
The air seemed to freeze in this instant.
