In the quiet of the night, the woman lying in bed slowly opened her eyes. She turned over, gazing at the contours of Lan Wu’s face in the dim light. After a long moment, she carefully climbed out of bed, put on a thin robe, and went outside. Pushing open the courtyard gate, she was greeted by the shimmering surface…
After the piercing cry of the sword faded, the sky that had briefly been lit with red light dimmed once more. Several bodies collapsed heavily to the ground. Lan Wu collapsed beside Ji Lingyue, cradling her limp body and brushing away the tangled hair sticking to her face. “Ah Yue, Ah Yue…” Ji Lingyue whimpered faintly as blood gushed from…
The dull, shimmering mermaid pearl was forcibly ripped out, and the man’s eyes instantly dimmed. Blood poured from his mouth and nose as he collapsed to his knees. Lan Yuan also fell to the ground, coughing violently. After the intense battle, her body felt weak and limp. She could barely lift her tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling with relief. “Lan…
The salty sea breeze carried the sharp tang of blood to Lan Zhichuan’s nose. He lifted his eyes, staring at the figures closing in with murderous intent. His twin daughters were flanking him, silver swords drawn, encircling from both sides. From the center, a cloud of butterflies was closing in. He took a step back, quickly glancing around, but couldn’t…
“But now, it is too late to say all of this.” He said softly, “Just as the prophecy foretold, you destroyed everything.” Lan Wu let out a sharp laugh. “No, you brought this upon yourself.” The sword in her hand gradually dissipated, and she lowered her arms, stepping forward slowly across the water. “You feared the prophecy and tried everything…