The winds of Chang Feng had stilled with the space around, yet the sound of cloth rustling came from behind Baili An.
He turned around, facing a pair of eyes that were lowered in a shallow smile full of affection.
Standing under the moonlight, Ning Feiyan, though wearing a smile, had a face as pale as if it were made of paper. Her grave injuries had brought her to this state, yet somehow, she had managed to overcome the illusion and appear here. One couldn't help but wonder what methods she had used.
Baili An's gaze swept downwards and noticed a few inconspicuous deep red bloodstains on the edge of her sleeve. Keeping his expression unchanged, he furrowed his brows and asked, "How come you're here?"
Ning Feiyan placed the Xiangsi Punishment sword in the crook of her arm and sized him up, "Why can't I be here?"
Baili An asked, "In the other end of the illusion, you must have also encountered Wang Yi presenting you with a sword."