'She remembered being hit by someone... They were so ruthless. What kind of grudge did they have against her...?'
"Yueqiu…"
A familiar male voice called out softly, making Little Yueqiu tremble.
She snapped her head up and blinked hard, finally making out the scene before her—
"Master?!"
Little Yueqiu's voice shot up, the end of her words trembling slightly.
Pei Yuhang was bound tightly with coarse hemp ropes, his arms stretched to their limit. His back was forced into an arch, and he was suspended between two withered trees, like a depiction of a suffering Saint.
Little Yueqiu looked at Pei Yuhang's normally spotless white robes, now stained with blood, and her eyes instantly reddened.
"Master! Are you all right?!"
Pei Yuhang's gaze was as gentle as ever. He looked at the tearful Little Yueqiu and said softly,
"Yueqiu, don't be afraid…"
"Ji Shenyun wants to use me to crush your Dao Heart and stop you from fully awakening… You must not let her succeed—Ugh!"
