Pei Jue walked swiftly.
Thousands upon thousands of soldiers parted to make way for him.
Holding their breath, the world fell silent.
Even Wen Xingsu's soft laughter became strikingly clear.
"Do you know the condition I demand? Without even asking, you dare to come here?"
Pei Jue paused in his stride, "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."
Wen Xingsu asked, "What if I want your life?"
Pei Jue: "That too."
Without hesitation, his gaze resolute.
He stood quietly there, amidst the crowd, as if surrounded by countless soldiers.
He had grown thinner.
Just like Feng Yun, who rested in Wen Xingsu's arms.
Her gaunt face reflected the torchlight, haggard, weary, yet her dark eyes gleamed sharply.
Their gazes met.
Separated by a short distance, it was as though they were trying to pierce through each other's hearts.
They had braved adversity together, standing back-to-back on the battlefield, fending off enemies, and shielding each other from blades and arrows...
