In a dark subterranean channel.
A deathly pale Liuu Huang'er nestled in Zhai Qingfeng's arms.
The ghostly light from the Nether Insects' tails intertwined with the sound of flowing water in the channel, causing numerous phantoms to flash before her eyes.
A hundred years of life.
Scene after scene flashed by.
Her father's loving expression as he stroked her braided hair, the thoughtful care of her senior brothers and sisters, the mutual support of her beloved.
In a daze,
the nightmare returned.
The exhaustion and hardship of wandering with her father as a child, the helplessness when her Sect faced disaster, the despair of being hunted down and cornered by the Demonic Demon People...
"It's all right."
Noticing her body tense and her eyes fill with panic, Zhai Qingfeng lowered his head to comfort her.
"We're going to be okay."
"Heh..." Liuu Huang'er gave a bitter smile.
In truth, they both knew there was no possibility of escape this time.
